Shut me out
that's what you do...
Every time I try
this is what I go through...
I don't know why
I try at all...
With each attempt
I slip, trip, and fall...
Don't know if
it will get any better...
Don't know if the sun will shine
through this bleak weather...
Don't know if the storms
will one day sever...
The promise we made
for worse or for better...
So I sit here wondering
what I should do...
Should I stick it out?
Or should I just move?
We would've made it
if God was our glue...
But for now, while I'm waiting
He's who I'll turn to.