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In his room closed from the world

he sits eyes locked to a magazine

a prison that has grown around him

so strong he knows not how to leave.

He; little at sight yet heavy in mind

Denied his innocence, a right he lost

to a burdening sick habbit

that’s drained the light from his eyes

dragging him to a darkness of guilt

He is alone and will be tomorrow

For where he wonders no one walks;

broken, scared and confused he waits

in need of a friend, voice and a hope

and there HE speaks, so sweet

‘It’s alright my child am already there.’

 

Before the toilet mirror she stands

tears flowing down her young fair face

with her body coated in an earthquake

as her eyes open to her folded fist;

scared the test will read true her fears

fears she is to become a mother.,

he wants nothing to do with her now

and her guardian calls it the last stroll

 to the streets alone she has turned,

rejected, cast out and named unworthy;

Lost to the eyes of all those around her

tries to speak but all ears are shut to her

the world so crowded but she stands alone,

she stands between her past and tomorrow

broken, scared and confused she waits

in need of a friend, voice and a hope

and there HE speaks, so sweet

‘It’s alright my child am already there.’

 

By the fire place far apart in thought

they sit unsure of when it got to this,

as she still hears his words at the altar,

speaking of how the heavens to him she was

a love that was, that was meant to stay.

He too mystified by how it all changed

for he loved her and his words he meant

as she lit up his whole being

but he knows not how it all vanished

as little with time those heavens closed;

the spark she held in her eyes melted out

and there it was lost, strangers they became

broken, scared and confused they wait

in need of a friend, voice and a hope

and there HE speaks, so sweet

‘It’s alright my children am already there.’

 

How did I get to become my today?

What did I do wrong and when did I fall?

Questions rain in like swarms of bees

eating at the last of my flesh I have left

throwing me deeper into a lonely hiding

afraid of what I have lived become

and what they that see me will think

i run, hide I become a stranger to myself.

Lost from what I believed and knew as good

engraved to my face a tattoo of failure

as I can never become what I was taught

a shame, disgrace, humiliation to my family

that no one would even speak of me now

in need of a friend, voice and a hope

and there HE speaks, so sweet

I hear the LORD and he is so close.

I hear him speak to my ear saying to me

‘It’s alright my child am already there

And I hear you.’



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