by Jerry Ratch
My one son lives in Phoenix with my ex-wife who has been very ill. I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes. After having three strokes, I guess I'm trying to fool myself into thinking I'm some kind of craftsman or something. So, I wrote this song.
I Saw God Sobbing in a Wheelchair
I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair
His legs didn't work and He had no hair
I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair
Nobody else was there
Nobody stopped to stare
Nobody seemed to care
I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair
His legs didn't work and He had no hair
I looked all around me
and couldn't get no air
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair
but no one seemed to care
I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair
His legs didn't work and He had no hair
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Very soulful, Jerry. Thanks for this.
Haunting. Memorable.
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Thank you, Chris! Appreciated!
Thanks, Bill! Appreciated as always!