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 |   Faith of a forgotten child |
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"As I sit, staring at nobody there who cares" I dream of when I was a child of five So happy and free sitting on my daddy’s knee Until the day my mother went away, Too ashamed to say,” I am the mother of this child”. Dad tried his best to teach me how to read and write But soon realized there was something wrong with me. My eyes could not recognize the letters-a b c So now can you see what this means - The idiot that cannot read or write. I'm sent to a special school Where there are others crying Lost and lonely, waiting to see Who will come and visit us This Sunday, on the yellow bus, Where every day is another day As we laugh and play But everything gets in the way When we try to hide away, Where we are not allowed to play. Today my teacher baked a cake for me She said it was my birthday, A very special day For a boy like me. But my father, he never visits anymore. I cannot read or write But I draw a lot, Pencil pictures of my mom and dad And the house where I lived Hiding in the night, too afraid to see the light. Tomorrow! “I don’t want to be me” I want to teach myself To be a man and have a wife And children, even if they cannot read and write. Then I will teach them how to draw like me. Today! God blessed my family and me. No longer do we have to walk That dirty road to heaven. The road is now paved with gold For we have eyes and faith to see "The Glory of Another Day". |
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