The fool

The fool

My eyes R like running streams
My tears don't have a set pattern
They flow from check 2 nose down 2 mouth pass my chin straight 4 my chest
I think they're trying 2 find my heart
They want 2 put out the fire that's burning inside
I hurt, I hurt more
It's my fault being the fool again
When U think U have buried the fool inside
He arises again
I prayed on this
But maybe I wasn't prayed up
I was once told U must b prayed up
U can't squeeze ur prayers in when U need ur father most
I should have needed him always
Called on him always
Now I hurt, I hurt more