The Rock

I sit on this rock a young boy of 8
I have seen plenty of hate
The love that circles the world is superficial
Where did our lives hit this circle
I see people pass and not even look
I see that other boy he is wearing nice clothes
His mom loves him with all she holds
My mom loves me to
But she let go so young
I have seen many people in my short life come and go
They loved me but not enough to know me
I get up off my rock
I start to walk down this sidewalk
I see many types of people
Young
Old
Trendy
Poor
Mean
Nice
I am afraid some have never heard the inner voice
I see a bum and stand next to him
I look into his pretty eyes
He asks me where did i go wrong
I say it was not you
You will follow me into heaven
Your faith in me is one of strength
I see the street
Many cars passing by
A boy of 8 should not have to worry about the worlds hate
I go into the street
A delivery truck is coming towards me
I know this will hurt but father in heaven please hold me tight
This truck hits my little body
I am flying 100s of feet
I finally land my heart is done
I see the people screaming and crying
One says you cant even recognize he is human
Another says god what have you done
I think to myself he just again sent his son
It took me a boy of 8 to be destroyed
So you would think of god once again
I sit in heaven with a tear
The next day I see the same spot and you would never know I was here