Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!
O MISERY
By John Hartman

Dedicated to my mother, Karen


O Misery, O Misery how poorly you have treated me,
I use to be happy; Can't you see,
But on that day in July you had to take her away,
My life was put on pause; My happiness swept away

O Misery, O Misery how you have torn me apart,
I cannot go on; I cannot even start,
With my life thrown into ruins all I can do is ask
Why me, why my poor little heart?

O Misery, O Misery tell me this is all but a dream,
That she did not depart; that this nightmare didn't even start,
Though that is all but to much to ask,
For we both know that her life is something of the past

O Misery, O Misery please make me grieve no more,
This burden is to much to bare; I can't take it anymore,
For that day in July that you chose her to die,
I saw life as it is and watched it go by

O Misery, O Misery you like to play with my mind,
These thoughts I bare; are to much for humankind,
I've seen more than I've been meant to see,
I've lived through more than God meant for me

O Misery, O Misery your cruel as can be,
Through my life you have made if difficult for me,
I'd ask you to stop; to be nice as can be,
But it's already apparent that you frown upon me