Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Wish Me Well

A tornado hisses and spins
As its vengeance begins
It's darker than the darkest sin
These walls are growing thin
Verdure and trees they still grow green
Upon a mountaintop so clean
Up there beyond this raging rain
A holy hill of hope remains
And so I leave these tattered walls
Up this mountain I climb and crawl
One bad step and I could fall
Back to the hell that I recall
I only pray I reach the top
So I can live to tell
Of the time that my heart stopped
Oh God, please wish me well