Poetry By Gloria                                                                                

Alone Thoughts

All alone in a silent room,
No one to talk, nothing but gloom.
So I talk to the Lord and ask Him why,
My life's a mess, I want to cry.

Please tell me Lord, what should I do?
My life is yours, it's up to you.
I have no one to listen, Lord.
I'm all alone and bored.

I've tried my best, or so it seems.
I've lost all hope in my life and dreams.
You're the only one in my life that cares,
The thought of living makes me scared.

But I know you'll help me through,
Every day in all I do.
You'll be there, my faithful friend,
Your love will see me through the end.

By Gloria Collins 
 8/18/03

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