My Plea
Lost and afraid, our youth wander alone
“What am I? Who am I?” they cry and moan
Frustrated they scream “I can’t find myself!”
Then anorexia destroys their health
“Try new things, keep searching,” their friends may say
Some become atheists, others go pray
The prayer of one, torn with strife,
Speaks loneliness sharp as a knife
She sits in confusion, turmoil, and fear
Hoping a benign presence will come near
“Seeking lost words I wander on
Waiting for a hint of dawn
Some darkness I can't hear is screaming
For me to come
Crying lost tears I meander on
Westward to the hint of dawn
The moon shines upon me so coldly
Bids me to come
And so I am running
Running from me
No one knows me
No one knows me
Singing lost sounds I ponder on
Thinking I see a taste of dawn
The world roles beneath me to slowly
For me to run
And so I am running
Running to me
No one runs with me
No one knows me
No one knows me”
Receiving no answer, feeling worse than before,
The poor young girl’s heart shuts it’s door
Awaiting the day when she is willing to see
That she is as perfect as she needs to be
For she is not alone, and never was
And all her tears- gifts from above
“Knowing lost words I wander on
I don't need a hint of dawn
The darkness I can't hear is silent
Because I won't come
And so I am running
Running with me
God’s son runs with me
I know me
God knows me”
Insecurity is unnecessary, I wish they could see.
So they could live in freedom with me.
This train of thought, the source of pain,
Only existed so they could gain
The knowledge of what it means to survive,
To love themselves, to have nothing to hide
The way these children waste their lives
On pain, on drugs, on cutting and suicide
…All falling angels, every one
Until the day they allow themselves to be caught by God’s son
So this is my protest to the nation,
A cry against this harmful atheism
That teaches we are less than dust
For when the love of existence is put aside
Confidence disappear, hope disintegrates and rust