Faith

The hate I have
is the hate I give
inside, since I was
a small child.
raised by the streets
lots of death
plenty of grief
no one to hold me
no one to love me
I equated love
with pain
I am a child
I cry inside
sometimes soft
sometimes loud
I wish my life
never happened
my mother
so young
and fast as the sun
different fathers
different men
still the same ole sin
I see a small light
I hear the word's
It will be alright
I hear God
whisper
oh my child
you are wonderfully made
I knew you before you were born
hold onto me
have faith, and trust me
trust me to guide
trust me to lead
all I ask
Is for you
to have faith
as small as a
mustard seed

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