The Emptiness in my soul,
Yearns for more…
This Void I need to fill,
No more excitement, no more thrills.
They did me no good,
and in turn, repent I should..
For the Lord to make me complete,
As I am, for now, obsolete.
The birds chirp on a daily,
I sit and hear ’em, barely,
Thinking so loud, my ears could burn,
with voices of the past,
begging me to yearn….
For love, lust, money and God.
For now I promise myself,
disbelieve I shall not.
A lil bit of faith, courage and strength,
and Mother, always by me at arm’s length.
Now I realize how my void would fill,
This list of mine, gives me a chill.
I long to fulfill it, and soon I will,
And maybe then life would be complete,
and on a happy stand-still.