Hey Old Man, up in the sky
I know you can hear me
Or at least, you can try
'cause I don't want to cry
                         for help,
if you'll just deny
                    me.

So give me a sign
that you're really there
a mark so benign
it has to be thine
   (clearly divine!)

I pray for relief
an end to my grief
                  (and pain)
stealing hope like a thief;
maybe my prayers are in vain

But please hear me out
don't turn away;
just hear what I say!
please, make her stay
I know we'll be happy again…
                         …one day

if we get but one chance
to be strong; to go on
we'll have a wondrous romance -
never feeling askance!
all our fears will be gone
                           forever.


*** I want to thank Silent_Poet for indirectly inspiring me to write this. ***

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