The Lost

When they tell you that you’re worthless
And that you have no purpose
They aren’t jealous or even over zealous

Just lost

When they belittle your accomplishments
Accusing your progress of having insignificance
They aren’t right, they may possibly be looking for a fight

But still… just lost

Calling you different based on a pigment
Classifying something with ignorance
Doesn’t make them correct no matter their dialect

Just lost

When they try to abuse you
No matter what it is you do
That shows hatred is around and no love is found

So pray for… the lost

Voice of Christ

When I first arrived it was like a miracle
A little bundle of joy, something special
Carried throughout the entire pregnancy
By a woman who wasn’t ready for me

She felt it fit to give me life
Rather than forfeit it to the knife
I was protected by good decision
The free will to truly listen

Not sure of her story since
Since I’ve been gone through adoption
Born in Brazil, but raised in Michigan
I doubt I’ll ever see her again

The once hope to meet in Heaven
Seems slim as time continues to tick
With how the world is it’s somewhat unrealistic
However, I pray that at some point she once again listened

Knelt

Eyes closed, mind open
I fall to my knees with my heart broken
The images of a battered public
Violence and hatred continuin’ to make me sick

Can’t hesitate to settle down and pray
Since we need divine intervention on this day
Yes we’re all human, but all I see are monsters
We should be lovin’, but instead are torturers

Pick up the pace on this change they say
When in reality it’s more destructive than foul play
There are all these hesitations for the conclave
With far too many people enterin’ an early grave

What’s the case, why the tragedies
Within every place, you see countless felonies
I suppose evil has started the race quickly
So there’s no time for too good to go slow and steady

Don’t focus on the popularity
Do what’s actually right through morality
Each time I blink another soul is lost
Is this world really worth the cost

I almost can’t stand to see all that’s empty
The hearts of those who impose all the fallacy
Livin’ in these times it’s a harsh reality
Being as we just can’t move past our fantasy

No one’s perfect, not one country
Not one group, not the one you’re electing
I hold compassion and great sympathy
However the terrible nature continues with the clock ticking

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