Talk to me

The sad man sits there by his phone.

without his kids he's left alone.

They're grown and busy with their life.

A house, a child, a car, a wife.

He leaves a message, sometimes two.

I sure would like to talk with you.

Day after day, the phone won't ring.

Then when it does, they want something.

Thanks for the cash, but I can't stay.

Because I've got big plans today.

So on his knees, he starts to pray.

Dear God, I need your help today.

I love my kids so desperately.

But they've no time to talk to me.

I gave then everything I could.

I gave them love. Their life's been good

but now they're busy on their own.

Forgetting all the love I've shown.

"You pray to me, your kids to blame.

Yet you are guilty of the same.

I know just how you feel today.

That's how I feel when you don't pray.

I filled their lives so you'd be free.

And you'd have time to talk to me."