FOR THE BROKEN ONE
His silence is of sadness
Yet his sadness is like thunder
That rolls throughout
His burdened soul
And I am left to wonder...
What is the burden in his soul
Of darkness and despair
That on his dreams
Has such a hold
And craves to haunt him there?
Its cunning face is misery
That hides in fearful shadows
That forms an army
Of sorrow's pain
To march him to the gallows.
So eager are these ropes of sorrow
From which he can't break loose
To keep him from his own tomorrow
They tighten up the noose...
As closer comes what surely seems
The sound of sneaky sighs
He hears them snicker in his dream,
"Oh yes, at last, GOODBYE."
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
Echoes throughout his mind.
He cannot see the great escape
He does not know the time.
He wishes just for soulful words...
Just one more solemn plea
But all it seems that life has heard
Yields not to set him free.
I watch him cry a lonely tear--
Like the last word
Has been spoken
And silent shall he always be,
This shattered soul
So broken.
He does not know I watch him cry
And how I hear him grieve.
Though we are strangers
To each other,
With faith, I still believe
He will not hang in sorrow's dungeon,
Nor sleep in life's despair
Nor claim his home
Where darkness roams,
His soul will not rest there.
My prayer is for the broken one--
Though it may seem the least,
The greatest gift
I have to give him
Is a prayer for love and peace...
Lord, I ask that You be with him
While sorrow takes its toll
And place within him,
After the storm--
A rainbow in his soul.
~T.S. Wilkins~
