I Pray For Her
Published on April 3rd, 2008
On bended knees and closed eyes I pray for her every night She had a wish to better herself. But for her to do that she had to leave me. I’m so greedy I think of her leaving me. What about the others she holds so close to her heart. I prayed for her not to leave. Then, then the worse happened. And this is why I pray. I clasp my hand and on bended knees I pray for she is so important to me. Let her go. Please let her go. She needs to go so she can be free. So I close my eyes and bend my knees clasp my hands and beg of God please.
Oh how I hope he listens. I really hope he listens….sigh* thank you for turning on the machine again. kleenax. I really really really hope…somehow, someway, he listens.