Patience, it does wear thin
when dealing with things, minus the grin
I contemplate, just throwing it in
The towel of my chagrin
I wish sometimes I weren't me
when I can't find things of minimal degree
to make the smooth life come to be
I feel confined, not free
I wish to do, what I can't do
I get so angry, I'm telling you
some things won't change, some lies sound true
and that's what makes me blue
My feelings hurt, my patience thin
My smile is gone, from deep within
I want to trust, what I hear again
for lies count as a sin
My heart is broken and I am sad
My tears are falling, iron clad
I cannot change things, I feel so bad
when all I want is glad
I wish for patience, Lord, I pray
to help me last another day
I do not wish to be this way
come hold me as I sway
I lift my arms up to the sky
as I seek the reasons why
The clouds are parting, the sun is high
and cleansing tears, I cry
Oh my Patience, it did wear thin
when I dealt with things, without the grin
I contemplated, throwing it in
When I found my smile again
Shyly/Karen 8/8/05
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