Sometimes the problems just rain down
And holding it together is quite tough.
So you sit and search your brain for verb and noun
And pray to God the writing is enough
To hold back all the tears.
When you wonder what you're doing on this earth
While the one you love, no longer is around.
When it's hard to find a single thing of worth
And unhappiness and misery abound
You write the plain, unvarnished truth.
If you can't explain your feelings to another
And find a shoulder you can cry upon
When the son has died and left behind the mother
She looks for the reasons why her boy has gone
And prays to God the writing is enough.