I've done what I thought best all these years, I stayed with you through it all and shed allot of tears, But never once did you try to quiet my fears.

It's always been about you, Your selfishness left me feeling lonely and blue.

You try to act younger than you are, Driving around in your little red sports car.

Trying to justify the things you do, Never caring what you put me through.

I don't really remember what it was like before I was your wife, All I know is I have some major decisions to make in my life.

With the Lord's help I'll make it through, He'll be my strength in all that I do.

He'll wipe away the tears I cry, He'll help me to not give up when I can no longer try.

He'll be the rock on which upon I stand, And if I ever start to fall I'll hold tight to His hand.

Weather the decisions I make are with you or we fall apart, My Lord will always be there to mend my broken heart.

Written By

Anita Miller

~ Southern Heart ~

© Copyright March15, 2002