The Closer

The Lord has offered countless hours of grace

And troubled times to serve as counterweights

I tend to struggle with the standard-issue problems

That range from monetary to my physical self confidence

I might be fine, but I’m not okay

I think we need some relief

It’s time to bring in the closer

Someone to fire the heat and get this dragging thing over

while we’re sober

I once believed that broken things reflected life as prisms

But lately I’ve been crumbling in crippling cynicism

I guess that I never grew up, I only grew older

But what I am without feeling?

At its core, it’s the cause for life

Even in regret, I can be resilient

But something’s got to change here

I know everything can change, dear...