The perfect day in every way
Would be a day that there
Would not be fights or shouts be heard
It just would quiet be
Each day seems like a battleground
With so much casualties
Each day I grow more tired and tired
Of all of this you see
My wife has battles every day
With one or two or three
And it takes quite a toll I’ll say
On all of us you see
She just does not so realize
The battles that she has
Are making her just lose the war
By driving us all mad
Somes days she’s better but it don’t last
I’ve prayed some way there’d be
A way for her to truly see
What she does, but she just can’t see
I’m finding each day it gets worse
It’s messing up my mind
I give and give and she just takes
And she thinks I’m the kind
The kind to take it every day
And not put up a fuss
But there must be an answer found
Oh yes there really must
Oh Lord, please show me
Lead me to, the answers so this brew
This brew of battles every day
Can end, I pray to you
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
