Turmoil

Oh why, oh why,
do I trouble and toil?

Turmoil, turmoil, trouble and toil.

My days gets harder,
each one on this soil.
Please, oh please release me,
from this terrible toil.

Please release me from,
my trouble and sorrow.
Please, oh please release me,
from my tomorrow.

Turmoil, turmoil, trouble and toil.

Each day new challenges,
come my way.
As I address them,
time slips away.

I long for the freedom,
to act on my own.
By doing this bidding,
not one step I've grown.

Turmoil, turmoil, trouble and toil.

No time to view,
the clouds in the sky,
nor stars in the heavens,
as night passes by.

Only time to eat quickly,
and time to deep sleep.
No time for friendships,
I used to keep.

Turmoil, turmoil, trouble and toil.

The minutes of my days,
have begun to roil,
and run through my head,
a pot 'bout to boil.

If I have no relief,
I will soon explode,
so please take from on me,
this heavy load.

And I will toil no more.
No more.
No more.
Turmoil no more.


Emotions In Turmoil by Bryce

Emotions In Turmoil by Bryce

I don’t know about you, but each day
brings new requests from the telephone,
mail, and email.  They increase each
year and are never-ending.  Wrote this
little blues song of my plight.



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