Dimly Lit Street
He walks down
The dimly lit
street of drug use
His body and mind
Take abuse
Somewhere
his mother waits
Eyes turned inward
Pain never abates
How could this
happen to me?
What is it
that I don't see??
This is my baby
Born innocent
and pure...
Who stole him
from me?
Will this horror
long endure?
How do I
reach out?
What to say?
How much pain,
must I pay?
God, give me strength,
God, give me hope,
God help my child,
Be weaned from dope.
I'll pay whatever price
you ask,
If you help me,
with this task...
Take my soul,
Return him his
Let his life
return to its
proper path,
I will bear
any wrath
This is all
I ask of you
Please show me
dear Lord,
what
I need to do.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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