Yours

Yours

You sit and pray,

For food and wine,

To sow the seeds,

You have no time.

You feel the truth,

And how to be,

And then deny,

That's what you see.

You're full of woe,

And question, why?

For the answers,

You won't even try.

Led by sorrow,

Hide in lies,

For all misdeeds,

There's something dies.

You get what's coming,

Ease or strife,

Depending,

How you treat this life.