WHAT ELSE CAN I DO???
WHAT ELSE CAN I DO
I didn’t mean to hurt you Mrs. Johnson.
I really am a good man.
Go upstairs and wash your bloody face
You made me raise my hand.
Do you think I have it easy?
As a man I can’t stand tall.
My life is controlled by whistles and bells
And that nasty foreman’s call.
Why do you get me so angry?
With your martyred looks and frowns.
Why do you say,”We’ll make do dear”?
That’s kicking me when I’m down.
Everyone say’s you’re long suffering,
That you need to leave this sorry excuse for a man
They say my drinking caused all of this.
You tell me I do all I can.
You are not to blame Mrs. Johnson
You’re grateful for each cent I earn
But when you offer to work and help out.
I start to do a slow burn.
I’ll never go with you to church,
Watch my family praying in rags.
Maybe God doesn’t mind those messed up clothes
That you pulled from the charity bags.
Oh it’s not false pride Mrs. Johnson.
Not with my lunch is in a brown paper sack.
I can’t go enjoy rounds of beer with the guys
Cause I can’t take a turn and pay back.
I know it’s my fault for all this.
I’m less than a man in my eyes.
If you’d pack up the kids and just leave,
I wouldn’t be telling myself all these lies.
Why do you stand by me honey?
Why put up with my crap?
How is it this God gives you comfort
When I kick you and bite you and slap?
Please don’t leave Mrs. Johnson
I know I’m driving you away
If you stick with me a little more
I’ll give God my life this day.
It’s not an empty promise
I see the good God does through you
He allowed you to love me in spite of myself
Then he can make me a man brand new.
CM Lestrade
© 9/10/2009
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