The walls bar the light,
Vanishing into the murky distance.
 I can hardly fight, my eyes closed tight.
 Must I find the impatience, rather than patience.
 Oh my Lord above,
 Push comes to shove.
 Why am I always trying to see,
 What it is that will become of me?
 Please help me to find,
 Someone who is kind.
When I go home,
 Why do I always end up alone?
 Benevolently accident-prone.
 
Some strange twist of fate,
 That leaves me no mate.
 Oh Lord above,
 Surely, it is no sin to love.
 Reserve for me a person, in which I can share,
 Have them be fine looking if you dare.
 Impart my talents I am personality prone, 
 I do not want to be alone.
Rhisiart Carter