Reaching for your finger tips,
She can feel your touch but she won’t have it completely
She wants it,
Your hand in hers,
But is afraid to give you complete and utter control.
This isn’t about love, well I guess it is,
But not for a boy,
It’s a love for the father,
Who is holding us all.

Too scared to give it over completely,
She runs and flees, then disappears.
Falling and fading away from you,
That’s not at all what she wants to do.

Turns to things she knows she shouldn’t,
Drinking, sex, and drugs,
These addictive behaviours are just to easy.
What about you?
Where are you amongst it all?

You’re there begging her to come closer,
“Don’t you see my child? I’m here, I love you come back to me”
Turning to that boy she knows she shouldn’t be, seeking his love
Which he doesn’t return,
She’s alone, hurt, and scared.
Why won’t anyone love me she cries?
Why doesn’t anyone care?
Heading to her room she cries herself to sleep,
Knowing that things will never change,
Is he just using her?
She doesn’t care, cuz in that one brief moment she’s safe in his arms
And that’s all that she really longs for.

But you’re there calling her name,
Whispering,
Sweetheart, I love you, I’ll be there when no one else is.
When he hurts you,
When you’re sad,
When you’re broken.
I’ll give you the freedom you need,
I’ll hold you when he won’t.
I’ll love you, when he doesn’t.
All that pain you feel,
I can take it.
I can free you,
I can heal
I will always love you.

Anonymous

Deep in the darkest night through the trees
I only see dark figures and it frightens me
I look from side to side then I look up through the leaves
The glare of the moon shines so dully

I hear the faintest howl cutting through the thick white mist
And a flitter of wings from a branch that hit my wrist
The blowing of the wind whistling ‘till it hits the ground
Buzzing of unwanted company coming around

Loneliness, though I’m not alone
I hear noises in all different directions and tones
You should go here, no you should stay
You should sit long enough to stop and pray

How long oh Lord will I feel cold?
How long will darkness remain my abode?
How long before I hear your voice cut through silence?
How long will you allow hurt, sadness, pain, violence?

The mist fades and nigh turns to mourn
For the power of the dark veil has forever been torn

Christie Heemskerk