Lancashire Lass Susan
Without You Lord
WITHOUT You Lord I would be a piece of flotsam tossing on a stormy sea
A train in a hurry gaining momentum to certain disaster
A leaf clinging precariously to it's last bit of sanity
An empty soul hungering for something more
A prisoner locked in the fears of her mind
A body that thinks it's in control of its nourishment, uncontrolled in its appetites.
Each day waking without wonderment, going through the motions, striving to remain happy.
Wanting, always wanting SOMETHING MORE!