A letter
Dear Angel, My mind rests on sweet sorrows eyes, And all i see is cold dark rigid lives, They just sit there and stare. Oh I wish they did care, About where life was taking them, I wish it was fair, I want to give them what I got, Would they change or just rot, And I've tried so hard to help her get by, All I get is let her die let her fly, When she was free even then she couldn't see, So I showed her the door, But I took the step for her, She didn't even bend a knee, Her skin was always cold, Even though she had on clothes, So I made her some warm tea, Sadly the only one who drank was me, So I let her be Sorrow isn't a disease, More like a plague some are destined to get, Yet... It is them who shed the tears, When their lives are full of sadness, No not sadness, it is just madness, is it my fault? Do she understand that life moves it does not stop, Over the pity of someone who has been shot. It only makes us sit and rot. As we take our time learning to walk, Our only help, Is to teach what we are taught. But even that rots... cause we forget, dismiss, and forgot What they call a melting pot. We must keep moving. Leave behind those who have fallen So our eyes dont seem so sad and swollen. And for those who can not forgive, They'll stay with it as long as they live. So I plead to you...help me with my mission. And shine on those who need to glisten. As you do in my life everyday. Help me to take all this pain away. I will kneel to you and I'll pray. Open their hearts and show them another way. In love with you always, J
