Oh God, Oh God
I pray that she
Turns back into what she used to be
It seems as if she’s flipped on out
And does not know
What is really about
She sees she hears all kinds of things
And nothing, nothing comfort brings
I pray my mind does not snap out
From all the worry that is all about
Dear Lord, Dear Lord
Oh please be kind
And please bring back
My dear wife’s mind
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2001 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI