I'm not a perfect child
I'm not timid- I'm not mild
But still I live today.
I don't glow with holy light
I can't fight impossible fights
My halo is bent and bruised.
On water I can't walk
To millions I can't talk
Never has the spotlight approved.
Death will greet me
One day, defeat me
For I am only human.
God's son am I not
Salvation I haven't brought
But as your child, here I am.
So take me or break me,
Love me or hate me,
It's all the same in the end
Learn to accept and love,
Shake off the hatred- rise above!
If you so dare.
Or you could deny me,
Curse me, Crucify me,
And I'll be dead all the same.
So how I ask, In this game of life,
Do you intend to play this game?
YOU ARE READING
The Searching
PoesíaYou've searched and searched, A great good, ole long time. For something tangible, something real- Something only you may find. Perhaps I can help you- Give you places to look.. Admits my words which fall like heaven, Coated in hell, this is my boo...
