By Rashawn Bowser
My heart feels low
my heart feels hopeless
It cries out to the world,
and its cries go unheard
My soul is fallen in darkness
With no light to guide it – where will it go?
Will my soul fall into oblivion,
or will someone come and save it?
My spirit is lost and can’t be found
My spirit wanders the world alone
Is it doomed to be lost,
or will it find its way home?
My body is lost within itself,
it cannot get free
Is my body doomed to be trapped,
or will someone set it free?
My eyes see pain that should have never been seen
trapped in itself, will it ever be free?
My mouth talks to the one that I love
will he ever listen, or is he destined to fail?