I Pray For Answers
I was given a life to breathe
I may smile to you,
but inside I cry to be free
In spite I find hope that is true.
I search for substance to last
But not even liquid stays
I am not so scared of the past,
yet I aim hard to hold on every day.
It is hard not to be nervous
I grip to my ways,
And I look not to be serious
I try not to seem frustrated today.
I strive to the future for convictions
My wishes aren’t genuine
Only problems, and no expectations
My healing is not coming out really that fine.
I pray for faith from my voice
That research will come,
And a cure will shine and rejoice
For now I will continue to smile for some.