Coming of Age
As a young person you’re climbing ladders
You must fit in, you must have the right style
First unaware of what really matters
Selfishly you think all’s well for awhile
Then days of sorrow begin to weigh in
Lost love, bloody wars, hard to find a smile
No longer selfish, you dig deep within
You pray that anger ‘n conflict will cease
You open your soul, let healing begin
As you look to HIM for guidance ‘n peace.
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
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