I have stood in pain and called it life
As I grew - a pint in hand masked the strife
But in the quiet - now the cheers are gone
I hear the spirit - I thought I'd outrun
Not from the steel I kept close by my side
Not in the noise nor the things that I hide
But in a whisper - that drifts steady and low
I lay it all down - yet more I must know
Still the line is fine - in these days
I'm more than the man - who shouts and prays
I was held - when I became undone
Help me fight - the battles not won.
Here I stand with just a pen in my hand
No grand defence no final plans
Just love and truth and a fragile plea
Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me!
Smith Shine Poetry 