"When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things." I Cor 13:11
I cried for Mom, she came nearby
Soothing words, a lullaby
My tears dried, I reached out and got a hug
I cried last night, no one was near
Soothing words, I did not hear
Is this the price of being an adult?
I reached for you, you were not there
I wondered, does anyone care
Where can I find someone?
Friends come and go, as clouds pass by
No one is here to stay
I cry, I pout, I hurt.
This child I must put away
In hopes there be a brighter day
A day where all the flowers bloom
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