This world is brutal in its bitter way,
destroying beauty, tarnishing the good,
Hurting the carers, harming those who would
do better with their lives each passing day -
those who, despite all that the doctors say,
take back some control – if only they could
get up from where they drown beneath the flood
of good intentions. So today I pray:
when you’re hurt let me be your novocaine,
to ease the tears and quell the heavy sigh.
I want to take away your deep held pain,
to give you wings again so you can fly.
My love will be more potent than cocaine.
The drugs don’t work – so baby let me try.