No Help, But Wait...

Sitting alone at night,
Not a single soul in sight,
Nothing about it was bright
My mind and heart ache with pain,
Fear shown about me
As I know of my inside stain.

Against all others wills,
All I want to do is take a bunch of pills.
Tears flow on the inside
But nothing to show the people on the outside.

I want help and answers, but all I know are just a bunch of dancers.
Hum Ho Hum Ha,
No help for you, so Bwahahaha!

Ideas are told
But tried everything and nothing yet sold.
Looking at the end of the rainbow for that pot of gold.

So I said a prayer to the Lord.
He filled my gourd.
And gave me a fighting sword
With many priesthood blessings to afford.
Somewhere filled deep within my heart
Is the Lord’s great work of art.
Those who have patience, says the story,
Shall be lifted up and receive all the glory.

I believe in dark trials
But also believe in bright smiles.
I believe that the end is at nigh,
And during that time I’ll be lifted up high.