BY: SIADRA STRACHAN
A troubled mind; a broken heart,
A hopeless end; a rocky start,
A cry for help; a cry for hope;
A cry for strength for him to cope.
But no one sees him and no one hears,
No one will help him and no one cares
His searching soul Satan will attack
His troubled mind Satan will snatch.
His idle hands Satan will use
To render pain and much abuse
His broken heart turns into stone
And angry teen stands all alone
He is violent, he is sad
He is lost, he is mad.
This drifting life gets in a fight
It’s all he knows, he thinks its right
A blade is drawn, a gun is too,
The blade stabs the gun shoots
A body drops, a voice still cries
Someone help me! Don’t let me die!
But now he’s gone and it’s too late
That violent road shouldn’t have been his fate
No one would hear him and no one cared
And when he cried we stood right there.
We see the tears, we hear the voice,
Christian people we have a choice
To stand up tall to stand up proud
To scream it out, to say it loud
That there’s a way, that is THE WAY
Let there be peace on these streets today!
We have a light that we must share
A message of peace we must declare
Peace be to our streets don’t let Satan use another life,
Claim it, proclaim it!
Peace!!!!
In the name of Jesus Christ.
GT March/May 08