Who?
by: David W. Smith

It's Haunting when I think-
of all the people you could be.
someone rich and famous,
who lives a life of ease.

Someone who lives in boxes,
who digs through the trash for food?
I sit here and I wonder,
if one of these are you?

Were you beaten up as a child
were you hurt by your own dad?
was your mother so abusive
in chains your heart is clad?

Or..are you the manipulator?
who always has to have his way
and when you do not get it
It's all the other lives that pay.

I sit here and I wonder
though I've only known you for a while
you've never spoken about yourself
or of when you were a child.

You seem to hide out in your corner
and never let others near
sometimes I think about this
then my heart begins to fear.

As a child were you molested?
am I getting kinda close?
when I think of this kind of person
I think of the "wilted rose".

That flower that has been battered,
have they left you in the streets?
have they let the world trample you?
is your heart beginning to slow its beat?

Are you one who's heart is broken?
and completely full of pain?
even though the sun is out,
your life is filled with rain?

And no one can understand you-
or feel your hidden shame?
and you dare not tell a soul,
that your smiles are all in vain?

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See what happens when-
you don't let you feelings out,
and tell the One who loves you
what your life is all about?

It's Haunting when I think-
of all the people you could be
I will always have that Question,
If you walk away from me.

But I barely even know you
and since you barely know me too.
I have one tiny thing to say
this thing is just for you.

Please listen to me closely
and you don't owe me a thing.
sometimes God sends us Angels
In our hearts his words do ring.

To remind us of how much he loves us
no matter what we've been through

"You are My

Bright,

Fresh,

Wonderful Rose.

and you always will be too".

yes...   "You!"

© David W. Smith 2009
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