The joyous glad is hard to find
With requests sent with no reply
If thou art the savior, PLEASE SAVE ME
Is this my punishment for some wronged deed?
Maybe a curse in the family line
Then I CAST it away off sorrows fishing line
Now who am I to ask if you hear?
The reason for my outburst is strictly fears
Dreaded daze creates a maze
Resulting in outburst, it’s just a phase
I know thou art my savior, and my number one friend
My story’s rough middle shall have a joyous end