I wake up looking for a face to care
I constantly check my phone to find no one there
I embrace my shadow...into mid air I stare
My mother and father have forsaken me
My brother and sisters refuse to claim me
...My spirit says God shall lift me up...
I lend my hand only to get in return a hand covered by a shirt cuff
I am returned to sender and considered to be an outcast
I take a breath, look around and notice my feet are on solid ground
My sender is God...and Jesus is my new brother
My vision is clear...an ear to hear and a heart to recieve
...This is my origanal lover and I BELIEVE!