Crying Out for You

"Those who desire peace,
Must prepare for war"

The thunder of guns tear me apart,
And my eyes watch as the innocent fall.
Their limp bodies lay around my feet.
Tears roll down my face,
And anger courses through my veins.
Who could do this,
What beast could be so cruel.
There's blood on your hands,
And on mine.

Walking down the street,
I hear their screams.
The screams of the oppressed,
Of the overwhelmed,
And the weary.

Lifting my words,
I take aim.
Taking a deep breath now,
I squeeze the trigger.

This is me crying out for the son forgotten on the field.
A fallen soldeir,
A lost love.
His blood spilled for his countryman,
His blood soaked up by the ground,
And his name too,
Soaked up and forgotten in the mud.
This is me crying out for the forgotten son.

This is me crying out for the daughter held in captivity,
Her body addicted to drugs she never wanted to take,
And used by any man willing to pay a few dollars.
Her voice silinced with a gag,
She screams in her mind to be free.
This is me crying out for the daughter.

This is me crying out for the child,
The one with the bruises that you casually pass in grocery store.
The child who hides behind a couch every night,
Scared for his parents to come home.
5 years old,
But carrying the pain of a lifetime.
His voice too small to be heard,
He cowers in a life of fear.
This is me crying out for the child.

This is me tearing open my chest to expose the beating heart.
Pulling it from my body,
I offer it to you.
Take my heart and live again,
Love again,
And hope again.

I carry on each day,
Not for myself,
But for you.
I fight for you,
I hope for you,
And one day,
I will die for you.

This is me crying out for you.
The forgotten,
The captive,
And the abused.

Forgotten by those around you,
Captive to your own fears,
And abused by the world.
This is me crying out for you. . .
Let me be your hero.
Let me be your guardian,
Let me be your hope,
And let me save you.

Save me