I cannot find a reason
For the recycling pain of
My season after season
I cannot find a reason
For men’s unkindness and dislike
For the child without a food plate
Or the baby left crying in the street
I am only here, only a visitor
I cannot tell a man’s lie from fear
Time and time again
I land on my head
And chase my tail
From day to day I do not know
If I will thrive or maybe fail
I am a guest in this home
I am a stranger in my own plantation
The shutters slam or they open
Yet His grace remains
I’m lost among my own words
To know why I’ve been saved.

~willow