A Damaged Soul

I found a damaged soul sitting on the street.
Waiting for someone to comfort her in her time of need.

For someone to call her no doubt.
She sits crying her eyes out.

Her tears are covered up by the rain.
No one else can see her pain.

I grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek.
At times like this we don't need to speak.

I can see it all in her eyes.
Deep inside I can feel her cries.

There is no place she can truly call her home.
And she thinks she is all alone.

But I have always been with her.
And my spirit will always be with her.

We might meet some day.
Even if I am so far away.

Until that time comes.
You know that I’m yours.

Something you can call your own.
With me you'll never be alone.

Saturday 3/8/2008 6:36 pm