Fairness... Poem by Mary Christine Ward

If I died
would they cry
would there be longing for me?
The ones who would grieve
Were ripped away
As was the joy of the day
I trudge on
Ugly and dispised
By condemning hateful foe
walking diease
Is all they see
dispondent and alone
They plot their plans
And throw their daggers
one by one again
Lust for my pain
Even thoes I called friends
The sun went down
And where it set
Felt as if it would never rise again
They have battled
Only to make me the walking dead
But I will rise
As Gods hand draws me out
And I will step above
All that was unfair
phoney love
And the lack of care
God is my strength
When nothings left of me
once again
Ill hear my babies laughing
Some may have played me
They thought like a fiddle
Made all they were
A confusing riddle
Im not obsolete
God sees me
His favor will I bare
Only because
I was the one
Who decided to play fair...