It rains inside my physical realm
The old devil is now at the helm
It gives such great pain, as I swallow
The loss of youth, aging I wallow
How well these evil tacks sharp and deep
Awaken my sad heart from needed sleep
As the aching and throbing magnify
This arthritic illness I want to die
Tares and tears in the corner of my eyes
My shoulders, my ankles, my knees and wrists
Hurting, and hurling, the balling of fists

Raining sharp tacks underneath my bruised skin
Worked hard all my life, it's not such a sin
So this afliction comes with all the rain
In spring, summer, winter , need a dear cain
Now limp win I work, mush finish my shift
Oh how this hurt has affected my gift
Just wish I knew a sweet angel that heals
I now seem to be stuck with worthless pills

The raining tacks have robbed me of my heart
As I move the old devil throws his dart
Into places that mean so much in life
Life is just full of this unwanted strife
Need to find a doctor who can help me
Just wonder where this good doctor could be
Angels of mercy, and God of great deed
Answer my heart; I surrender and plead!