You are Mystery

You are mystery.
I don’t understand your ways.
Though, all your ways are good
Sometimes I don’t see them quite that
I feel like a victim on your rollercoaster
of life
Going Upward
Happiness batched with Seasons of strife.
What if I said yes, to be his only wife?
Moved out of the Country
Started a new life.
If I never lay in that
hospital bed,
Would my daddy still be here?
Will there ever be another
Who will lend me their ear,
Notice my tears.
Or will I be forever guarded
holding up this wall of fear?

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