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In Despair and:
Unable to love with discernment or reason,
you're obsessed and blinded by infatuation.
Emotional and compulsive endeavors,
See us wagging our heads in whispers.
As the cycle of destruction spins,
you ravage on until you are sorely spent.
We run away from the drain you cause,
hiding to avoid your frantic calls.
We say you are too much work then deeply sigh,
we stand back and wait as fall draws nigh.
Because we love you and we are human too,
Heartbroken we refuse to enable you.
So we turn our backs from the stress you cause,
blaming us for your pain when you should stop to pause.
You cry, “I want more of your money and time,”
Then with barriers up, we sadly decline.
We can’t trust what you’ll do from day to day,
with furrowed brow we swallow and wisely back away.
The only thing left that will change this dance,
Is an epiphany from God or a miracle of chance.
You shout, “you don’t love me and you don’t really care!”
When it’s our love that leaves us in painful despair.
"If you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I just say Dance." writen by Mark Sanders recorded by LeeAnn Womack