Should I hope, Father, for the impossible?
I dare not. I dare not.
Setting myself up for the inevitable disappointment
But my heart continues to long for
That imaginary birthday present
That will be so breathtakingly... beautiful.

Again I put my hopes in man
I can't help it Father
Forgive my weakness
And please don't forsake me when
I'm once again scarred.

Will he, Lord?
I wish so badly
For a gesture
That will let me know
What's on his mind
Perhaps
the nonchalence i sense
IS the answer.

Crawl back. Crawl back into my safe little haven.
There I'll be safe.