How many times
Have I sat here
How many times
Has the wind whipped my hair around my face
How many times
Has the night engulfed me
In its dark arms
How many times
Had this sidewalk been my #1 place to pray
Pray that maybe next time it will work out
How many times
Have my tears wet this pavement
How many times
Have my worries swept away the dirt
On your surface
How many times
Will I sit here again
How many times
Will the hurt trickle into the cracks
On this cement
How many times
Will the rain cover the tears I've wept
Like I did again tonight
How much more pain
How many silent comfort sessions
*Can I take?
The sidewalk in front of my house has heard many of my worries and hurts. Me one (vain?) hope is that one day I'll find a person to replace the empty sidewalk.