There's so much fear trapped in me.
I can't really wade out and get free.
My heart is so heavy with so much grief.
Lord when will I get some kind of relief?
There's no need to yell, when I can't hear.
all the voices crying out so loud and clear.
If I could just stop half of my pains
Then I'd never be worried about the pouring rains.
Bonnie J. Hollywood-Cutts