I need him with a purpose
The pain makes it all worth it
I’ve got him in my focus
It’s more than feeling hopeless

I pray like it has powers
And luck is in her hours
His hand she doesn’t deserve
And I’m wishing that I was her

© Delia Ross. 2020

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