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"The Cry"   4 - 18 - 03



i'm running out of time

exhausting all the rhymes

what can i do, where do i go

i'm stuck in someone's great show

drama is my life, pain is the game

and yet i have no one to blame

i can point the finger, scream names

but it lands on deaf ears, in vain

this lonely heart, barren of love

is a fading light, a dying dove

where is the cure, point out the escape

my life has been beaten, torn and raped

it possesses no worth, holds only hurt

just end it and cover me with dirt

i've despaired far too long

my heart is drained, i no longer belong

i am dead to it all, a numb being

my eyes are pained and tired of seeing

the ones i love stripped bare

i can't stand it, i no longer care

what does it take to satisfy

the ones who try to crucify

the innocent in these games

dying, stripped and shamed

i may never know the result

but i can't say that it's my fault

for i have been beaten and raped

no record of my life has been taped

all i have is this plea...



will someone please help me?