MY PLEA FOR DEATH
Oh, how I want to go home!
To change the past...
To change the future...
We who are aged and should know better
are still shackled by the same old fetters.
This straight jacket of memories is all that is left
of what once might have been.
Help me Lord I beseech thee,
I fought the good fight but now am lost.
Have mercy on my soul and take what is left of my life.
Nothing should have to live with all this pain.
Man was never meant to live as the mentally maimed.
Lord, give me Your Peace please I beseech thee.
Quickly end my life.
What once was a blessing is now all trouble and strife.