My parents...my family...
Splitting apart-we're like a pack of wolves
That were once together,
finally eating and murdering each other.
My parents make me want to run away.
It's my fault they fight...
My fault I don't make myself clear to them.
I wish...I wish I can see God.
I want to meet and see Him for myself.
I want to know His knowledge of everything.
I want to hold His hand and walk with Him.
Not just in my dreams...but when I go to school,
Or to my room and just speak about...life.
I wish I was different.
I wish I didn't lie all the time.
I wish I was blind,
So I wouldn't have these eyes for girls.
I wish God could forgive me.
I wish I could ask Him to make me reborn
And start a new life over.
I want to see my brother and fly with him,
in the clouds and ask him for advice.
I want to be his servant, just to see him.
I want to hug and kiss my brother,
and laugh with him.
I want to know what heaven is like,
and how the angels look.
I want to live again,
and have a different mind for things.
I want to be smarter and happier and not so depressed.
I want a good future.
I want to talk to God about all my problems and ask for His advice.
I know it wouldn't happen though.
My eyes, my heart is too filthy to see God.
I have sinned far too much that my plead,
for forgiveness is forgotten everyday
by God, Himself.
My tears are filthy with sin as I cry for forgiveness.
I'll never see my brother's beautiful face nor those wings that hold him.
My words art simply dust that has been swept up...
By God, Himself.
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