Out of Sight

I guess when you don’t see me, when I am out of sight

You think that everything with me is all right

 

I’m just a passing thought sometimes

You may think of day or night

And then you say a little prayer for my current plight

 

Do you say to yourself

“She doesn’t need me at all,

so why bother her with an inquiring call,

someone else will be there to catch her if she falls,

I’m sure she doesn’t need me at all.”

 

As though you think the prayer is all it takes

To make things better, to make things great

 

If not you, then who for goodness sake,

Who would do God’s work while you wait

 

Waiting on what?

To be a friend

Waiting till my troubling times comes to an end

 

Because if you don’t see me,

If I’m out of sight

One could only assume that I am all right