No Oil and Dew

No oil, no dew
No Godframe too
Minus teamdplus
What's become of us

I pay 100 bucks a week
An utterance I may speak
I confess, I did foresee
The counselor lasted only 4 weeks

And here I am, typing to you
Not just because I know not what to do
(Truth be told, as it must)
I was relying on Hope and Trust

We know our flaws, all too well
And know that we don't know
How many more we could tell
Still, the accuser stands pointing at us

I can only bend on my knees
and point to the cross.

I weep and don't know why
Surrounded by silence,

Not a victory cry.