Blind But Not Abandoned

I wish you could hear me now,
in this dark abandoned home.
With all the lights turned off,
and with these hearts made of stone.

But oh God what am I saying,
your not playing, your really there.
And it’s only my mistakes,
that make me so unaware.

Oh God you could never not be true.
And the pain of missing you,
is all to hard to bare.

And I was a fool,
to live in foolishness.
I should know,
that your more then all of this.

And shadows haunt me,
late in the night.
But you stand beside me,
and you are all to bright.

Oh God you could never not be true.
And the pain of missing you,
is all to hard to bare.

…but I am aware that you are there,
and so I will believe. Oh, your to much,
not to believe.

-By Chris Cameron