Maybe It's You....

She sits on the cold sidewalk, with face in hand
I wonder her thoughts, seem to be thick as silted sand
What has happened? I ask on bended knee
These few words are what she spoke to me

I have dishonored my family with greed
I am sole heir to the demons I breed
It was my pain that was never shown
The pain that drove me from my home

Four years gone by, wasted in different ways
Stoned for weeks and drunk for days
Lavished myself with disillusion, euphoria of drug
All the while my family swept me under the rug

Pregnant at fifteen, childless the same year
Depression set in along with my fear
Gave up my sanctuary for these streets I call home
Threw myself to the world as cold as stone

I have been clean now for almost a year
Now I have nothing to starve off the fear
No hand to hold , no place to find peace
Tormented by memories that fail to cease

After hearing this from a lady so young
I did something I am glad I done
Took her hand and asked her to follow
Guided her to a place to rest her sorrows

Into a chapel we did walk
In front of God we finished our talk
She cried and cried but relief she found
Faith released the shackles that bound

She told me her fathers name, his number I did find
I was relieved to discover she weighed heavy on his mind
Gave direction to my humble home
Now his daughter never again shall be alone

She found the hand that she could hold
This is her story that I have told
Rest assured that all trials and tribulations have their place
Eventually, if you wish, They will lead to God's grace

Remember when you pass a homeless person on the street
They may be ragged and they may be meek
Somewhere they fit in this great design
Maybe it is you they need to find

Hugh Clark ©2006