The candle
had burnt for two long years
The prayers countless
that passed these lips;
So many
scoldings that the ears pained to,
So many
thrashings that this body bore.
All without
a word of encouragement
A word of
love or a word of consolation,
In those
days when I was playing with fire
Much against
my reason or my own will.
Afterwards
the days turned into darkness
The lips
stopped moving for miracles
For no
molehills forget a mountain,
God was
buried in those four walls.
You took
away with you God and song
But now it’s
all water under the bridge.
