On Bended Knees

I thought I was doing good
I hadn't cried in almost two months
mentally I kept beating myself
and beating myself until I went into shock
and the memory pains went num

my man keeps leaving me and leaving me
with short time to be with me
because he keeps piling unfinished business
on top of unfinished business
and time and money for him
is never enough

patient, precious time wasted
another man gaming
claiming to be my Hero but
he's in disguise, he's in disguise
because all he's doing
is playing off the pain that he sees
that the first man has left in my eyes

like Lois to Superman
I jumped in his arms
and took up the flight I admit
I decided to look down
I said I decided to look down
we weren't going no higher
than the first man did

I ran back to my Casanova
who caused me some of my heart breaks
most of allI knew I wanted to leave
I knew I wanted to leave
ride out on my 2007 white Impala
and wait for the man that God has for me

with every slightest effort of improvement
along with every promising kiss
I would close my eyelids and picture the
limits of the skies, unlimited skies
and know in my gut I'm still trapped by
an unloving love with another man in disguise


and I know u would ask
then why do u stay, why do u stay
with a man who treats u this way
the answer is not simple
neither am I a fool
u have once been in my shoes
and may have broken free
I need not the whys and judgment
but a friend that will help me
break through with
pray on bended knees

A Cracked Glass of Water

I am a cracked glass.
I've always been a cracked glass,
Was cracked when I was first designed.
They never thought to help recreate me to a new glass,
But constantly using up millions of things
To cover and seal my cracks.
One bump against a hard surface
And I'd CRACK some more!

In order to be a cracked glass full of water,
Water has to be much.
Filling me with small dabs of water
Will never be enough.
So I am a cracked glass.
Though to everyone, I present myself as a sparkling glass,
Seldom giving clues that water is seeping out.
A few know but many don't
And many will never understand.

I am not a clear glass.
You can't see right through me.
But I am made of many designs and colors.
Such art, the helpless, beautiful art that I am.
Hope is what keeps me off the brink of shattering,
In hopes that someday people will understand.
Faith is what keeps me dreaming the un-dreamable.
In faith through my savior I can do the undrinkable.

Without Him I'll alway be a glass that's always been cracked.
I pray that those who kept me cracked will be saved.
For I am thankful while in the world's kitchen cabinet
By Jesus Christ- I am full of living water.
I am spiritually remade.