Unsolved murder/ victims point of view
Sideswiped by my life path
My colors fade to black
And I’m just left with pieces
And I try to put them back
Into a puzzle that’s a journey
But they never seem to fit
And I just question
Where is the sense in all of it
How can I feel all this rage towards someone I have not met?
Its because they’ve stolen light and laughter and dreams that will never be met
Yes hate rages inside of me
Yet I was taught to love
I light my eyes and wonder
What is going on above?
And still I believe that God cries too
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