When I cry, no one seems to hear me cry,
or is it just what I think?
When I cry tears don’t come from my eyes, but from my heart.
My tears sting and bring soo much pain to me,
Life, you’re a great experience and wonderful gift, but a very tricky one.
You come with many missions and companions.
Life you come with love, care, attention, rejection, sorrow and pain, but most of all you come with yourself.
who am I? A short question comes to mind.
who am I, that when I’m hopeless u whisper courageous
and pure endless verses in my small ears to get me back to focus.
Change, change your good for everyone,
some fear you like a lion when you have good in you,
and some love you like a beautiful melody they replay in their minds every time. Change you reflect people’s respect and love for GOD when you compliment Christianity.
Change, I call you transformation cause, when you come to ones life you change the way they speak, dress and live, which reflects their religion and beliefs. Change, though you make me wonder sometimes how you can destroy and bring shame to others, but bring so much love and joy to other people.
Lying here, silent and lonely,
thoughts fill my lonely mind.
Should I capture the thoughts or
let them go?