Behind the face, that’s covered in tears,
Lies a soul that’s been crying for years,
Every day tortured by pain drowning in a sea of fear,
Surviving on the hope that the storms will all clear,
So many cries of pain fell on deaf ears,
Everyday praying silent prayer that no one will hear,
Driving in a car trapped while someone else steers,
Betrayed by those you once had revered,
Every day trying to make sense of why you’re still here.
Michael J McCluskey 