Mother Superior Shot the Gun.
Mother Superior Shot the Gun. She pulled the trigger and let it run. In the veins it ran its course. What can I do? Pain has no remorse. Death is selfish, I can’t just go. My family loves me, that I know. Doctor’s can’t help me, Medical or Medicare. I have given up hope; Not a care, not a care. Despair, despair, this isn’t fair. I can’t cope, I can’t cope, I send a prayer. I pray to God, Jesus, Buddha, Alah, Help. I can’t remember yesterday. Did I smile, did I cry? I wish for health, but get denied. God please, do you hear my cries? I lost my mind and cannot find, The peace I had with you by my side. I know you are there, but I am blind. My mind plays trickery, it tells me lies. Lord give me sight, pry my eyes, and heal my life. Help me find congruency with body, and mind. For with congruency I can start to fight. Help me Father, help my Mother … Mother Superior Shot the Gun, Should I fight or should I run?