Eyes peering through the door
The TV, I ignore
Days turning to years
A new wrinkle appears
People come and gone
Still feeling all alone
Seasons pass by
With grief, I start to cry
This house has become a cage
Trying to fight the rage
I begin to brood
As I try to find some solitude
Clouds floating in the sky
Watching a bird pass by
Bright sunlight uplifting
My mood begins shifting
I hear the birds singing
A telephone as it's ringing
Simplistic wondrous works of the Lord
No amount of money can afford
The day's burdens wiped away
Head bowed, silently I pray
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