In Your Prayers

When I’m beside myself with grief Around me looms a dark mass You though pray for my ache’s relief My bones are pieces of broken glass! When you see my torrents of grief Around me the world makes no sense You though pray for my pain’s relief My eyes pour in unstoppable rains! When you find me in benumbed grief Around me stops the worldly rush You though pray for my agony’s relief My heart finds in living no purpose! My bones are now broken pieces of glass My frame one wind blown leaf My eyes a torrent of deluged river’s gush In your prayers though you seek my relief!