The Lord Giveth and Taketh

Five dollars a day
To die and complain
And fix me this meal
For my cancerous brain

I stomped in my shame
Like puddles from the rain
Then got run over
Like the tracks of a train

I spit out my lies
And chose to choose trust
For all that were given
Should just be enough

I asked for one thing and
God brought me love
She kept my head warm
With her hands and her lust

She promised me forever
As we stood on earths crust
But when the breeze came through
She was gone with the gust...