Beyond my grasp of facts and grasp of death.
Unable to foresee my life beyond.
Beyond my growing struggle for each breath.
Down deep it starts the sadness deep within.
Down deep it starts my tears my screams my cry.
So much it hurts down deep beyond the pain.
Down deep the thought "Why him and her -- will i ?"
So helpless and so hopeless it's become.
So helpless here so helpless now i feel
To fight a car, a truck, a bus -- a bomb.
So helpless in this moment that's unreal.
In God i trust; in Trust i must abide,
In hope and pray that God is on -- our side.
by
James A. Porter
