I’m standing my ground, God, shouting for help,at my prayers every morning, on my knees each daybreak.Why, God, do you turn a deaf ear?Why do you make yourself scarce?For as long as I remember I’ve been hurting;I’ve taken the worst you can hand out, and I’ve had it.Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life;I’m bleeding, black-and-blue.You’ve attacked me fiercely from every side,raining down blows till I’m nearly dead.You made lover and neighbor alike dump me;the only friend I have left is Darkness.