I sit and wait
Wait for that day when
The happiness fades with the
Sun at dust
When the days grow longer
And my heart, strong like a rod
But still broken
What have I done to earn the treatment?
That you have forced me to accept
Like a storm, hail and lighting, striking
My back
You have taken from me something
That I can never get back
Then I sat and smiled, grimaced for awhile
Till I dialed those three awful numbers
9-1-1
I wish this day had never begun
So that I won’t have to circumcise my
True feelings I harbor inside
I am not some project that you take to rebuild
So I sit and feel terrible
And I sat and I sit but either way there
Is nothing I can do to change this situation