For Nico, wherever he may be
So, I prayed
But you weren’t listening.
Making miracles?
So, I begged
But you were far away.
Saving souls perhaps?
So, I screamed
But she was very small
And you have worlds to mend
So, she died
And you were glorious
But you were somewhere else
If you are my shepherd
Then I’m lost and no-one can find me
If you are my saviour
Then I’m dead and no-one can help me
If you are my glory
Then I’m sick and no-one can cure me
If you light my darkness
Then I’m blind and no-one can see me
If you are my father
Then love lies abandoned and bleeding
If you are my comfort
Then nightmares are real and deceiving
If you are my answer
Then I must have asked the wrong question
I’d spit on your heaven
If I could find one to believe in
interesting… very interesting. It did hold my attention. I think it is one of those peoms that each time you read it it will have slight changes in meaning, reflective off your emotional state at the time.
Comment by DayByDay4-2Day — October 11, 2006 @ 2:28 pm