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Angela Celona Mar 2015
See the girl crying in the corner
A past filled with rejection and pain.
Not one soul was ever there for her
When her dreams washed down the drain.

See the boy sitting in the dust
Thinking of old unforgivable mistakes.
Yet though he tries, and try as he must,
All happiness he shows is fake.

See the business man sitting at his desk
The care of the world upon his shoulders.
Wakes every morning, works from dawn ‘til dusk
Though his work only makes him older.

See the soldier going off to war
A wife and child he left behind.
No one has felt fear like this before
Except for this man who walks by its side.

Pray for the girl who cries all alone
And the tears that stream down her face.
Pray that she might find true love
And follows the dreams she was meant to chase.

Pray for the boy who sits in shame
And things that remind him of the wrong he’s done.
Pray that his ghosts he will learn to tame
And that he will find true joy to be won.

Pray for the business man who struggles to make ends meet
And the prison cell he calls his job.
Pray he is touched with unfathomable peace
And that no one of it will they rob.

Pray for the soldier who runs to his death
And the family who will see him no more.
Pray he finds courage in his last breath
And that his family will have faith to endure.
Angela Celona Mar 2015
Read my mind
For all the right words I can’t seem to find
To tell you how I feel inside.
Know my thoughts
For they seem to be caught
And to get them out I have fought.
Gaze into my eyes
And look past the disguise.
All the walls and all the lies.
Feel my pain
So you can know the strain
And the amount of life that it drains.
Touch the scars
That I put on my arms
And how I wished to hide behind the stars.
See my tears
That reveal my fears
Of losing everything I hold dear.
Look at my soul
Blackened like coal
And, like my heart, has a bleeding hole.
I’ve shown you me.
All there is to see,
And now you hold the key
To give me hope
And help me cope.
Give me the life for which I *****.
Hold me close
And give me a dose
Of the love that I needed most.
Angela Celona Mar 2015
Out of a window and into the world
A world that resembles your soul
Envision a scene where nothing is green
And a sky that is grey and dull

Out of a window and into the world
Your eyes gaze down below
To the brown of the garden, ground – cold and hardened
Where nothing out of it can grow

Out of a window and into the world
A world that resembles you soul
Damp and cold, dark grey it does hold
And the feeling of life is null

Out of a window and into the world
Where a single beauty is found
A bird painted red among all that is dead
Has left your heart to pound

Out of a window and into the world
Where the red beauty is satisfied
Despite the depression and life’s cold recession
It stays and does not hide

Out of a window and into the world
A world that resembles your soul
That darkness embraced and yet it was graced
By the simplest beauty of all.

— The End —