A Pitiful Plea by Ron Carnell
I love you, I want you,
I pray that you will learn,
I want you, I need you,
I plead for your return.
Come back, come back, come back.
I pray that you'll come back.
I'll promise you the world
If only you'll come back to me.
Come back.
I pray that you will learn,
I want you, I need you,
I plead for your return.
Come back, come back, come back.
I pray that you'll come back.
I'll promise you the world
If only you'll come back to me.
Come back.
First I went through a stage of bewilderment, quickly followed by frustration. Anger and bitterness came next, I think, with resentment weaving throughout the threads. And I mustn't forget the bouts of depression, nor the feelings of helplessness.
There were other stages, I'm sure, tied together by a hope that flamed just bright enough I couldn't stop trying, yet was never enough to cast the darker feelings into shadow. And after all those emotions had passed, I discovered there was yet one more.
DesperationÂ…
There were other stages, I'm sure, tied together by a hope that flamed just bright enough I couldn't stop trying, yet was never enough to cast the darker feelings into shadow. And after all those emotions had passed, I discovered there was yet one more.
DesperationÂ…
