In Search, Finally Found
Tear-stains carved within the crevice of her eyes
Throbbing joints torturing a beautiful beaten frame
Through hate, isolation, struggle, she ran through the pain
Today a motherless child found her way
A bastard with lacking greed yet in serious need
A man of ambitious with a will to succeed
Despite the erroneous roads taken
Despite the storms which flooded his all
Today that bastard found his way
To find your way is to find you.
May you find your way
Copyright © James Faulkner | Year Posted 2009
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