The Sound of His Breathing | Sorting through the worries in my head Furious with the creaking of the bed I toss and I turn And I yearn and yearn For answers to the questions of life Wondering why I can’t be a good wife And I hear his heavy breathing… Rhythmic and slow And I know I know… He is deep in his sleep And I just want to weep I close my eyes tight Hoping all will be right My heart whispers a prayer To God who’s always there “God…life is a mystery Sometimes it’s beyond me Where will it end? What’s behind the bend? Please grant this one plea Please….listen to me… |