Stress so high--That it's hard to cope.
Praying to God--
That I see some hope.
Stress so high--
That it brings me down.
But I look for hope--
When I turn around.
Stress so high--
And it continues to build.
Looking for hope--
To keep me fulfilled.
Stress so high--And it's no wonder.
I sleep best at night--
When it rains and thunder.
Stress so high--
But I'm trying to cope.
Praying to God--
That He shows me hope.
LaTasha B.
© 2016
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