1 Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed.
2 I'm so starved for affection. Can't you see I'm black and blue, beat up badly in bones
3 God, how long will it take for you to let up?
4 if you love me at all, get me out of here.
5 I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb!
6 has been floating forty days and nights On the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
7 nearly blind, I squint and grope.
8 at last God has heard my sobs.
9 my prayers are answered.
10 Disgraced, they turn tail and run.
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