Reality
In the midst of strife
Our hearts are strained
In the worst of this life
Our strength is drained
How do we know?
How do we care?
How do we sink so low
When perfection seems so rare?
We live every day
We cry every night
In fear we lay
The darkest of nights
We try to keep at bay
The soulful cries
The sound of pain
The soul-less lies
In the cover of rain
The trampled cry out for mercy
The broken cry to be heard
Still we don't see
While others are burned
Copyright © Janna Gascho | Year Posted 2016
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