The ball always seemed to be in your court

You refused the responsibility with curt retort

Refusing to talk or sort out the wrong

The hurt was deep and very long. 

You work on feelings that turn to pity

Hiding in the depths of hate so pithy

Full of sin and covetous wanting

Recognition and acclaim vaunting

I wish I could have changed you- I prayed

But it did not happen and you stayed

A child and never wanting to share

Or for my pains you did not care…

Now I am alone and the darkness is outside

Only here with my Saviour I will abide

In the gardens of hope and the want of better days

Wishing you what you need and cheerful lays…