(here's another one written for my husband during the mortgage crisis)
Fear - it permeates the very walls of my soul
It's like a thirst that I cannot quench
The more I strive to wipe it out, the stronger it becomes
No time to stop and listen now - our lives are all on hold
Will the market cycle back or will it eventually end?
The toll this takes upon his health - it's more than he can bare
Each day he goes to work only to find things have gotten worse
Another company has failed - with many more to come
He doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep
His nerves have all been stretched
Yet he does his job in such a way that he can proudly hold his head up high
for which I am so proud
Just a little boy but his son is oh so bright
He knows the market is falling fast and daddy's scared some nights
But then we stop and list the things his daddy does each day
He treats his customers with compassion (a trait rarely seen these days)
He never lies nor does he cheat (like many in his field)
These traits have kept his company alive when bigger ones have died.
We thank the Lord for daddy's love and all the work he does
If only we could find a way to turn this all around then maybe we could ease his fears for him
We are helpless in the realm of things - all we can do is ride the storm with him
When the rain stops falling down and the sun begins to shine -
our hopes and dreams are for this man of ours to keep him flying high.
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