It's a name in the air.
It's words on a page
A testimony in the pew.
It's a shame
A conversation piece.
It's gonna be alright, okay, fine.
But to us, it's angry tears.
It's raised voices and furrowed brows.
It's sleepless nights,
Prescriptions that promise results and do not deliver.
It's a natural remedy that's good for you.
It's the same four walls again and again.
It's a pang of something you cannot place
And it's every time you remember.
It's Please God and
It's Why God.