In life
When I need to talk
Poeple are too busy
They don't know how to help me
They don't feel like talking
Some things
Are too deep to express
I cannot hold it in
I need someone to listen
My heart hungers
And aches
That's why
I get on my knees
And pour out my guts
Cuz I know he listens so
He knows all
Always there to lend an ear
Never busy
Always in a good mood
Never a busy signal
To comfort me
He can help me
I love to pray
Because he's my only confidant
Who understands me
The best form of communication
That heals me
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Bella, i'm glad i get to read your poems. - Marie Martin