I won't bother God with heartache.

I rest my head on this pillow,
The room free of sound.
My heart weeping like a willow,
From this lonliness it's found.

I cry out to the heavens,
May the angels hear my plea.
As misery starts to set in,
I pray they'll rescue me.

But God's a busy person,
Heartbreaks a petty thing.
I wouldn't want to worsen,
All of His worrying.

He has many prayers to answer,
And many He cannot.
He cannot find a cure for Cancer,
Or fix the problems we've all got.

So why bother Him with heartache?
For it shall someday pass.
For He didn't make my heart break,
And nothing's guarenteed to last.