Her mother is lost to her forever,
And she’ll never find her way back.
Her father’s dying from a disease,
In which he can’t see.
And all she ever wanted was the love,
Love she can only receive from God.
She’s running away,
She’s lost and far away.
His brother is dark, suicidal,
His sister will be found dead, it’s entitled.
His parents are in a world of their own,
He’s scared and all alone.
And all he ever wanted was the strength, the courage,
The courage to go on, courage from God, escape his cage.
To save his family, to save himself,
But there’s nothing left.
Her friends are all pregnant, wasted, dead and gone,
Her boyfriend won’t leave her alone.
Her parents are on her for grades,
Teachers for homework, high expectations in spades.
All she ever wanted was blessed peace,
Peace from it all, peace from God alone, make it cease.
He, who receives them all,
When they at their end, when they fall.
Someone who will cast no blame,
They don’t want to be alone in their pain.
No one listens, no one understands,
Their souls in shattered strands.
They are broken, feeling as if no one cares,
Lost, lonely, desperate with their fears.
Together we stand, together we feel
Together we will live, together we will deal.
Together we will die, together we will mourn.
Together we are reborn.

She is giving up on hope,
She's lost and in need of a hero.
She's always been unable to cope,
Inside, deep down, she burns, losing her soul.
She dances precariously with life,
Balanced on the very edge.
The pain cuts deep, the sharp edge of the knife,
Twisting to cut to the core, releasing the rage.
She's making up the reasons,
She's ready to fly.
Guess she's done,
Justifying the lie.
They fear the bitter one,
Momma never loved her,
Daddy shows the wrong kind of affection.
It grows, this anger...
Just wanted acceptance, protection.
She's packing her bags for the heavens above,
Not looking back, she's gone.
Just needed a hero, needed love.
Become one with the sun,
Let it burn away all the pain.
She's going home, she's free,
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain.
Empty skies, as far as the eye can see.
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He goes by most rules,
No matter how cruel.
He lives his life for others,
Standing beside his brothers.
Taking so many chances,
With his life he dances.
On the swords fine edge,
On the cliffs sheer ledge.
One small mistake, one slip,
And the enemy empties his clip.
His honor, bravery, and determination,
Is what saves some poor nation.
One foot after the other,
Not really sure if he will take another.
He will not turn his back,
His silent courage never lacks.
For me, you, our neighbor,
They are our hero, our savior.
Doing a job I cannot,
Our freedom they bought.
His blood flooding the ground,
Their manhood earned or found.
To them I am so grateful,
So many are truly thankful.
I know no truer hero,
Soldier, no higher path to follow.
These shining knights who do us proud,
We shout thank you out loud.
Your lives you lie down for us,
Not just because you must.
You choose this life of hard work and pain,
Not many return the same, unbroken, or sane.
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Never to see the white light.
Mask of desperation and doom,
Cursed since the womb.
Locked in a soulless battle,
Will I feed upon mortal cattle?
Fangs sharp points intrude,
I find they have become crude.
Wallow in this plight of misery,
One with shadow and mystery.
Falling gracefully to bended knees,
My sanity, crumbling flees.
Bound to this immortal life of pain,
My existence to all a bane.
Calling out to any who may hear,
Desperate that some life is near.
Save me from my restless torment,
Years I have endured, yet dormant.
Face the greatest fiery threat to my kind,
My weakness now I see as a sign.
Delicious warm life sustaining nectar,
Once mankind’s greatest protector.
Gained mortality only a whisper,
Granted because I am a shifter.
Lulled to my death,
Taking this last breath.
My entrance to any heaven forbidden,
My immediate hell-bound doom now unhidden.
This unchosen descent not willingly made,
Still the demise will be the same, will not fade.
Forgetting these decades
Multitude of facades…
One last glimpse of natures delight,
The sun slips from my dead sight.
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-Christina Worrell