When the midnight shadows are murky and it seems morning never will arrive, I have to ask myself how can I go on who's to care if I'm alive? The hours drag unmercifully the old hoot owl hoots his tune, The 2 am Santa Fe will be echoing its haunting, I'll be back soon. As I sit alone with memories and the tears flow down my cheeks, I have to wonder if by passing Gods values was the reason I was weak. Well whatever, now I sit alone ---- and it's hard-- but I realize, those who make no commitments find one day alone they cry. Each midnight I bow my head and pray saying Lord I'm trying not to cry, but without the safety net of his arms I simply want to die. A soft breeze flutters through the curtains and I hear on midnights breeze, fear not, my child I'm with you believe me please. You are just my little lamb that's strayed many do you know--each and every day, They've but to call my name in earnest and I'll be with them every day! So bed yourself and rest now child and have some faith in me, it won't happen over night but soon, from this heartache you'll be free! Used With Permission By Sherry Kersey, Copyright 2001