Untold Story
Walkin barefoot in the streets of an infested city,
could'nt find mercy or any with pity.
Lookin for love, had given up hope,
Everything lost for the price of my dope.
Pain and grief my only friend, looking for a closer end.
Sitting on the city bus, humilitation was a must.
Uncontrolled, the tears to the ground,
and man named mesu' came to sit down.
He spoke gently, wiping the tears with his hand.
Stunned because I did not know this man!
Jumping away after he kissed my face,
I ran to the driver, but mesu' was gone with no trace.
Sitting back down in my devastation,
sitting next to me a track from the book of revelation.
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes,
there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things
has passed away."
Copyright © Crista Gorman | Year Posted 2011
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