I stand in the back

I stand in the back and watch the crowd,
finding those who's silence is loud.

Those who cry inside as they look above,
Reaching out as they search for love.

The silent tears fall down their face,
Their voices pleading for His holy grace.

I know their pain for deep in my soul,
I can still feel the ice of the darkened hole.

I have known the pain that comes from hunger,
It reaches to the past from when I was younger.

The people outside cannot understand,
The love inside that once was grand.

But again it comes as slow as time,
The slowest of torture and greatest of crime.

For it comes again as a thief in the night,
It gives me hope that I have not lost this fight.

I begin to feel but it seems so fake,
The emotions died with her at the lake.

How dare they come at such a time as this,
When for so long they have been amiss?

I stand in the back and watch the crowd,
Finding those who's silence is loud.

Those who cry inside as they look above,
Reaching out as they search for love.

The End

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