The runaway who stumbled into God's hands
All these strange do is stare at me,
Reminds me of home,
But home is well lit, warm,
Only the people are never there to care,
Maybe I ask for too much,
But I'm here now,
I must have tough skin,
And hide the timid eyes,
These people smell fear as well as desperation,
But at home, you have to set an appointment for consultation,
And unfortunately, that is the only thing that is free,
There I have to bargain for the things other children take for granted,
I'm beyond "No one wants me",
Beyond "No one loves me",
I want peace of mind for a while,
All the other wants and desires will follow,
Living between places with no comfort,
I find myself here,
With no guidance or self-control,
I call upon you,
Trapped between neglect and self-pity,
I beg for your reassurance,
Surrounded in lost, we are,
Until we choose to be found,
It all begins with situations,
Paths treaded poorly,
With disasterous results, usually,
People try to save, but,
It's up to you, all up to you,
To take the steps, or this is all in vain,
It seems the hardest thing to do is call,
But in the end, it's the best thing you'll ever do,
He'll be waiting for you,
And everyone else,
the dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 07:28
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Called
It's so cold in here and out there,All these strange do is stare at me,
Reminds me of home,
But home is well lit, warm,
Only the people are never there to care,
Maybe I ask for too much,
But I'm here now,
I must have tough skin,
And hide the timid eyes,
These people smell fear as well as desperation,
But at home, you have to set an appointment for consultation,
And unfortunately, that is the only thing that is free,
There I have to bargain for the things other children take for granted,
I'm beyond "No one wants me",
Beyond "No one loves me",
I want peace of mind for a while,
All the other wants and desires will follow,
Living between places with no comfort,
I find myself here,
With no guidance or self-control,
I call upon you,
Trapped between neglect and self-pity,
I beg for your reassurance,
Surrounded in lost, we are,
Until we choose to be found,
It all begins with situations,
Paths treaded poorly,
With disasterous results, usually,
People try to save, but,
It's up to you, all up to you,
To take the steps, or this is all in vain,
It seems the hardest thing to do is call,
But in the end, it's the best thing you'll ever do,
He'll be waiting for you,
And everyone else,
the dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
Read 479 times
Written on 2006-08-15 at 07:28
Tags 18
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