Will There Be Poem by Concetta Salter

Will I find the one I’m looking for, before I meet my grave?
Will I find the man I dream about, before I should decay?
Will answers that I’ve always sought be answered way to late?
Will everything I’ve ever dreamt be lost without a trace?
Will life be cruel until the end? Or will I meet some good?
Will everything just fall in place, and be the way it should?
Will people always laugh at me, and think that I’m a freak?
Will strength and courage find my heart. Before my breath should cease?
Will God find time to hear the prayers I’ve made since I was born?
Will happiness embrace my soul, and let me feel it’s warmth?
Will angels conquer all the hate I fear is in my mind?
Will someone see the girl within, instead of what’s outside?
Will people always look at me, like I can not compare?
Will there ever be a day, where I might not feel fear?
Will I always shed these tears until the day I die?
Will I ever be the girl who’s found herself a guy?
Will I always be alone. No friends in life at all?
Will I always be the girl who stumbles and than falls?
Will there be a brighter day. A sun instead of clouds?
Will I ever take some risks. And leave out all the doubts?
Will there be a future full of everything I’ve dreamt?
Will there, will there, will there be an end to all this mess?