ready

old friends return,

wooing, soothing,

inviting, cajoling;

standing just outside the door,

hiding among the dark angry shadows,

waiting for the show to begin,

patiently biding their time;

all night diners,

endless cups of coffee,

lonely highway lines,

empty roads leading nowhere;

when is the suffering enough?

when does the pain end?

how far is the bottom?

where does truth begin?

emotional roller coaster rides,

painful days and nights,

forgotten dreams,

silent memories;

who cares?

no one ever does,

no one ever will;

but You;

don’t let me fall Lord,

hold me above the killing zone,

keep me safe

from the slaughter below;

I am ready Lord,

I am ready.

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