'It Is I Your Son' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

Why is it when I see,
I don't see clearly?
Why do they hurt,
these things I love dearly?

When life takes a turn,
on the road of it's choice.
No options are mine,
No one's hearing my voice.

I try to survive,
this day to the next.
Wishing it normal,
a life not so complex.

Many signs I do see,
through the course of mankind.
Is it this way or that?
The right road's hard to find.

I've cleared all of my hopes,
even refined all of my goals.
So, not to be on the verge,
of getting stuck in the cold.

For many years I've waited,
standing so strong and so bold.
To find the right woman,
to come home with and hold.

The price of reality,
a high price to pay.
I've stumbled through darkness,
I've fallen astray.

Please send me someone,
to help and to guide.
So I'm no longer lonely,
no more swallowing pride.

So, climbing this mountain,
I hope there is one.
Help us and protect us,
Father, I am your son.