My poem became a prayer
Because my need was there
Sorting through my mind to no avail
My attempts continue to fail
All has been said and done
Yet, you are still the one
Grasping at a far away star
Never did get me very far
I just relive it all again
When and where we have been
To gain a new perpective
Of memoies moments selective
No,I don't understand
As I pull back my hand
A memory came into view
I caught a glimps of you
And I kneel down in prsyer
Oh God,I do stll care