Lost Children Lost Dreams Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Jesus to a child, lost from unspoken words of apathy
Broken lives, where do I begin to ascribing their fragility
Oh the couscous ones, caught up in their thoughtlessness
I feel their needs, my heart bleeds, for these who regress

In this proud and rebellious land we strive to be strong
So many wounded and so many left to themselves alone
I was taught to fight in the night, Christ taught me to win
I never thought I could fail til, once, all Hell broke in

Little fight’s left, at times; love has compacted my dreams
Dreams fade without signpost of light, as a robbery theme
How often does the river flows but nothing breathes
Transitions like trains, arriving but never seems to leave

It's a shame that life, as love, can start take a dive
Only when True-love survives does faith vibrantly thrive
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, for the lord God Almighty reigns
Maker of the humanity’s dream, let love rain from stains