Desert Child

Mystique420

Sad sufferer of the desert wild,
your heart and soul have been defiled.
Exhausted and worn in weariness,
falling down in grief's excess.

No friends to stand by your side;
and all alone, you weeping cried.
Love has been banished from the start;
and thus, therefore, becomes your heart.

Love was never spoken from your tongue,
and a thousand songs are yet unsung.
Cast in fetters upon the floor,
you blame yourself forevermore.

You weep and sob your heart aloud,
and no one notices from the crowd.
Your eyes all tears, your soul aflame,
crying loud your Father's name.

"Oh God!" You cry in bewildered strain
as love's loss fills your foolish brain.
Bruised with shame. Alas! Alas!
Your heart is shattered like fragile glass.

And no one dares to touch the pieces.
Life's dark hope ever ceases.
How it hurts, the oppressive aching.
No one knows your heart is breaking.

You lived your life for you alone.
Now you are broken and on your own.
Love has soul-encircling chains for thee
that can never be broken, yet set you free.