You, the Mourner
Well is it you, the mourner
Balled up in the pathetic corner
Dried tears upon your face
With no one to share an embrace
Nobody gives you pity
You're just a beggar in the city
Your teeth are old an rotten
Your humanity, to them, forgotten
But to me, my friend, I'm sad
To see a life that turned so bad
The smile that you once wore
Cannot be bought at any store
The money you try to borrow
Cannot release you from this sorrow
But only relieve you from the pain
But not relieve you from the rain
Where is the home you had?
Could it really have been that bad?
I know not whether to give you food
Or money, lest I seem shrewd
You in the corner, come into the light
Walk aways with me tonight
There's a building that you must see
That can bring peace to you, to me
White marble, an angel above
Can you not feel your father's love?
I know it may seem hard right now
But wipe the sweat from upon your brow
And smile, you aren't alone
With me, and with God, you're home
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2012
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