by John N. Leach
Well, I've been washed out, washed up
Anything but good luck
Isn't anybody looking over me?
But, I'm still kicking around
So I'll fight another round
There must be something else to see
This world is so rough
And I'm really not all that tough.
Why don't they let me be?
They say be strong
But there's always something wrong
Sometimes I just want to flee
I know there's a reason for everything
But I'm about to go insane
Lord, what have you planned for me?
hellicane category: despair