The bus drives right by,
Forgetting all about you.
The rain pours down,
And soaks your clothes.
You're far from dry,
You start to cry.
The sky cries too,
God's here for you.
You're homework is soaked,
Your backpack's a mess.
You're late for class,
Tip over the desk.
As you lie,
Upon the floor,
You start to cry.
The sky cries too,
God's here for you.
YOU ARE READING
It's a Long Road Home
PoetryThis is a book of all of my poetry. It is happy and sad, inspirational or boring, it is my life.
