Faces In the Darkness
The back alleys of our streets
Are the broken homes of bitter fate.
The children of a God long forgotten,
where prayers go unanswered.
They long to come home
And they dream of being accepted ,
But they cannot face their pain,
And can never find their way back.
Wanting to make things right,
They dwell for hours a day on their wrongs.
And scream into the darkness for help
Waiting for someone to hear their cries.
But no one’s listening.
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