Worry
what good did it ever do to me...

Breathe.
inhale exhale...

The tears they run,
slowly down my cheek...

I am,
the stranger on the bus...

I order you problems:
to please fade away...

I hear the chilling sound of the whip in the...
i hear my own voice cry out...

Four phone calls made,
and still she sits with her head hanging...

Now how do you start a poem that cannot have an...
how do you find a soul with no fault, not a...

They tell me He came,
to save this sick world from sin...