My Walk

 

Walking through the woods today, I heard a mournful  cry
then I saw her sitting there, and asked the reason why
She looked at me through tearful eyes, hopeful in a way
with quivering lip, she caught her breath, and then bagan to say

I tried to help somebody, I have been entrusted with their soul
I spent today just wondering, what happened to my goal
The soul that I have neen entrusted, died so needlessly
now feel that I'm at fault, and just how could this thing be

Her father sometimes drank alot, and sometimes late at night
would visit her down the hall, though he knew it was not right
Then sometimes he would hit her, then beg her not to tell
I knew that one day, it is true, that he would burn in hell

But today is a day of sorrow, for he went alittle far
I was right beside her, when she jumped in front of that car
he pushed her over the edge, more than she could bare
I was standing right beside her, though it was as if I was not there

I tried to brush her hair back, and dry way the tears
I tried my best to comfort her, and take away her fears
Then she stood with shakey legs, looking up began to sing
And as she reached toward the sky, I saw the Angels wings

Dave W Hartman

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