Dear Somebody,
Sometimes the stars are so bright
I wonder if there really are
Perfect nights.
I write to show
How I feel
To keep my glow.
Perhaps this is the beginning to an end
Because I know
God will send
I believe in the theory
But now God to me
Is weary.
Followers aren't leading me
And I feel segregated
From my being.
Making a difference in life
Hasn't worked
So I end my strife.
I know we all have a place
Here on earth
But right now I feel unneeded space.
My feelings make decisions
With every moment
With any reason.
