A Comma

I've shut my windows and demanded a breeze
I'm wondering what's wrong with me
I like to be an open book
But honesty strikes like a crook
I'm struggling to find a way
One day soon I'll find my place

Life's gotta get easier
Can't carry a heavy heart into another year
Life's gotta get easier
No heavy hearts in my next year

I've prayed for punctuation, Lord, be a comma
A better comma or a sweeter situation
I've dressed wounds I cannot see
Someone else's beats are riding me
I know this pain isn't mine
Yet I feel it all the time

Life's gotta get easier
Can't carry a heavy heart into another year
Life's gotta get easier
No heavy hearts in my next year

Life has gotta get easier