A room has been assigned for me --
no less but never more.
Inside this box there's no recourse --
I've always known the score.
If I reach out and seek a crumb,
there's never a reply.
Each day I boldly say my prayers
but never say goodbye.
For that would mean there is no hope
and there is no reprieve.
I move along and find life's joy
and always, I believe.
One day before my life is o'er
He'll answer my brief plea.
So please, Dear God, I ask again
restore my family.
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Author Notes
I wrote this some time ago but it is still relevant. Nothing has changed but then, this life isn't over yet.
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