One day

Mine is not to ask why but only to have the faith I know must accept,

I start every day the same way, with awaking having felt I'd never slept.

Some days the pounding is so hard and the ringing is so loud,

All day you have you head in some kind of fuzzy foggy cloud.

While all the time all your told is nothings wrong or all is normal,

I think they need to redefine their word normal for it just to damned informal.

The people who laugh behind you're back and the non believers are the ones that hurt the most,

Especially when most of these you consider friends or someone close.

Until life deals out you some of these kinds of cards to play,

Please don't be judge and jury because until you've been there you have no idea how we live the day.

Prayer continues around the clock because that's all that's left is faith and God's promise of healing,

Because this is the only thing I have left is a lot of time kneeling.

Sympathy is not what I want nor seek, just to be believed, and help with a prayer or two,

Maybe one day when you need something I'll be the one you need and be there for you too.

Acts 4:22 

For the man was above forty years old,

 on whom this miracle of healing was shewed.