He's on his own.
Since his dad adlib
Eeriely to his mom.
He asphyxiated by the
Aura of heart gashing.
His garland galed with fury
While gate crashing.
He ordained ****** to
Chicks wheezing whiffs.
Peering number one
On weed puffs.
People descending
Genealogicaly.
His philosophy lies
Physicaly.
He lives a fast life like
A small lump of a metal
Shot from a riffle.
His spitting image, is
Spick and span through
The naked eyes of people.
Now he whim a gaiety living.
He wish he never had this life.
The winds of change surround my heart.
I know not what they bring.
Except to look towards galed hints
of voiced familiar ring.
I’ll know His call my heart does say
And yet with fear it peers.
Across the open plain unknown
as His desire nears.
For some known signs I search about
His face I try to see.
Just take His outstretched gentle hand
Believe that He loves me.
Oh guide me in thy way dear one
Tell me of what you yearn.
Again our hearts shall reach as one
Only to you I turn.