All God's Children

Friends drift away, carried by dividing faith. Loving ways twisted by an earthly sense of righteous caring- Abandon. Abolish. Alienate. Were our words empty openness? Was our love a lite affair of casual concern to fill a shifting desire for companionship? A whispered whim unheard? Forgotten? Do you remember? Does pain ever move over you like a spirit when you pray? Do tears blur the glimpse of buried photos, Or is heaven a vision that blinds the human heart once touched by the presence of my soul? Must you all run to forget me? Must you bury me under the pile of sinner’s bones that barricades the sacred door? Walk away like an army off to war. Walk away and think of me no more. Friends come and friends go, And with every step they take a piece of my soul.