The Light

Sometimes things,
Don't go rite.
I'm sitting in the dark.
Waiting for the light.

It never seems to come.
No matter how hard i pray.
There is no hope.
I have gone astray.

I'm still waiting,
For God to hear my cries.
Sick of this life.
Its full of major lies.

The Angles are ready.
To take me by the hand.
I will get to finally see the light,
And be with my great Dad.

-Nicole Ullberg