Tuesday, 21 February 2012

The First Step

                                                                                                                 
                                             

 
Enlighten me! 
so I can see...
who I can really be!!
help me find the real me...

I am far out at sea
as lost and lonely as can be...
It is your choice to help me,
your desire to set me free.

Your approach can be as gentle as a breeze,
that would really put me at ease.
or it could be harsh and rude,
well, then I will react according to my mood.

I feel a need to be understood,
I want someone to acknowledge that I might really be good.
I would like to be loved, I know I would,
with a little bit of effort,my life's direction change I could.

There are many in this state if not all
n' one wrong move could lead to a deadly fall
they are very lost n' lonely
if an effort was made to help them only

Those unheard voices drowned in darkness
looked down upon with hatred not kindness
they com alive only at night
they lead a life of drugs, booze n' many a fight

They are those who are mislead
a result of the ugliness in which they were bred
some who their homes have fled
whose young little hearts have been ripped; has bled!

But this error can still b mended
if their hurting hearts are loved n' tended
U could be the one to bring this change
in the process hear many a story strange

Don't think of what others might say
don't let the society your mind sway
they might call us brutes
it might be the result of unsteady roots

They might not like or accept U at first
but with patience n' effort U reach deeper than the crust
U can get them to trust or distrust U
it entirely depends on what U do

U can use a method new
or just follow one which is tested n' true
cuz the streets can many a heart lure
exactly how no one can be sure

sometimes I think about what went wrong
why is it that some of us never belong
is it our destiny....? 
will no one answer our helpless plea

i wonder...............will people ever try 
or will they always be passers-by.................
 
Liz
Writ - Sept 2009 

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