Jesus to a child, lost from unspoken words of apathy <br />Broken lives, where do I begin to ascribing their fragility <br />Oh the couscous ones, caught up in their thoughtlessness <br />I feel their needs, my heart bleeds, for these who regress <br /> <br />In this proud and rebellious land we strive to be strong <br />So many wounded and so many left to themselves alone <br />I was taught to fight in the night, Christ taught me to win <br />I never thought I could fail til, once, all Hell broke in <br /> <br />Little fight’s left, at times; love has compacted my dreams <br />Dreams fade without signpost of light, as a robbery theme <br />How often does the river flows but nothing breathes <br />Transitions like trains, arriving but never seems to leave <br /> <br />It's a shame that life, as love, can start take a dive <br />Only when True-love survives does faith vibrantly thrive <br />Hallelujah, Hallelujah, for the lord God Almighty reigns <br />Maker of the humanity’s dream, let love rain from stains<br /><br />ArmourQuill Hunter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-children-lost-dreams/
