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Poetry by Heather

Young Jamie just 13 woke up one morning and put on his jeans,
Ate his breakfast and went to school, everyone thought he was Mr. Cool
No one knew of his life at home, or how his daddy just liked to roam
He never found a real good friend and so he gave his life its end

People do things to cause us pain, hurt comes down in sheets of rain
Can’t they all just understand, that we need a helping hand
people do so much to us,
we hold it in until we bust.

A father comes home and has had too much to drink, can’t concentrate even enough to think
His wife is yelling for him to leave, his daughter sits back like she can’t believe
She sneaks out with some stupid guy, he says want a drink I promise to buy
She stays out afraid to go home, but in the morning all she does is moan
Nine months later she’s in a bed, wondering why she didn’t wait till she was wed

People do things to cause us pain, hurt comes down in sheets of rain
Can’t they all just understand, that we need a helping hand
people do so much to us,
we hold it in until we bust.

We need an outlet to let go
But I have found that my Lord is the one and only cord
So join me in my walk with Him, and he will fill you to the brim
He is the best helping hand and the only one who truly understands.

A poem by Heather from San Antonio