I see so many people
Beady, hungry eyes
Pleading for my help
Stress is not disguised.
Do my best to show my hand
Empathy inside me grows
Where each person’s future lies
Only God above shall know.
Tossing, turning, swaying
Asking which way to go
Asking me to show the way
But do I really know!?
My heart bleeds for the people
Their voice I have to be
Bad decisions have left a scar
Now its up to me.
Picking up their pieces
Lay them on the floor
I start to help them rebuild their lives
Instead of showing them the door.
Written by Jeska Brewster 16.10.2013 (c)
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