You have seen me,
Yet, you act as if I am not there.
You are popular,
friends all around.
I set alone,
in school, at home.
Have you ever spoke,
No not once.
All I needed,
was a nod.
Yet, day by day,
I was never acknowledged.
Why did I die,
Because I tried.
I spoke to you,
Your friends too.
Did you ever speak back,
Yeah; a couple of times
To make fun of me.
I am gone now,
You say the right things.
Yet, when it might have mattered,
You were not there.
How can we proclaim Christ, an avoid his hurting child.
Monday, November 29, 2010
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