Читать книгу Gold Mouth - Hannah D. McClendon - Страница 15

He's running from himself

No one can even catch up with him,

He tries to please everyone with a smile

The world just throws him the middle finger,

He tries to hold everything together

With his own to hands,

His family is leaving him

He has no one,

He doesn't know when to let go

Ask God to take control,

The world will only chew him up

Spit him out

If only there was a way to help his starved,

Beaten up soul.

If only there was a way to let him know

That his God cares so much about him