Voices

VOICES” There are voices crying out loud screaming for help in the wilderness In need of spiritual healing Im uncertain if anyone else even notice or are they hearing them They are lost and broken draped in total despair Thirsty spiritually starving in famine visually impaired Chewed up and swallowed by the noxious cracks of the asphalt After relentlessly roaming the undefeated streets Blind tunnel vision in survival mode they could never compete Devoured by the trauma in life they simmered in their bottomless pits of defeat Mis-led by lack Neglected in lax they would impulsively react Wearing careless unnecessary consequences across their backs Immune to daily afflictions Their paradise was the hood that they live in Tragedy, Poverty, Hustling, Guns, Death Fatherless figures oppressed Driven by currency as the enemy put them to its test In their minds streetlife is the only life I know mentality dressed Our young minorities are now the soldiers on the front lines making ruckus Enticingly introduced to straps they’re lost their focus Juvenile bred hitman so the stiff felonies wont stand a chance How can we reach and assist them to cope with their voids Without any possibilities of hope how could we approach The lost and broken toys Thats in the wilderness making all that noise How can we manage their self-sabotaging outlets of addictions Whats healing and fixing The abusing distributing or using Premeditated death dates Suicidal temptations another form of escape The mind is a battlefield and its hard to find peace in the midst of confusion when life on life terms get real So their reality is only an illusion in the midst of their confusion I hear voices crying out loud in the wilderness And I pray that someone reach them in enough time to heal them Before this lurking evil kill or steal them Lets be the beacon that guides them toward the light Exposing them to a more significant purpose Oppose to living life so reckless and worthless Expressing to them that all things are possible with a reach You can find your significance by defying the odds if you just stop and listen to the words that the redeemer speaks A change will come Even with gradual progression we all will eventually overcome and make it to our real paradise up in heaven Voices