The Crying In My Mind

I find myself apathetic to the nature of my sins. I find my mind draws dark skies where summer sun beams win. I look into the future and see faces lost of hope. I sense it in the water, despairing and longing for times when we weren’t broke. I listen to the winds on the highest hills I find. I hear the screams of history crying in my mind. I look at your children’s faces and see their summers bleak of joy. I watch the buzzards soar higher and wish that I could fly. I pray to gods I don’t know with faith I do not own for the future of the country I used to call my home.