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Does anybody hear her?
Does anybody care,
care, that she is broken.
Can anybody see?
See the pain behind her eyes.
Can anybody see?
See the pain she tries to hide.
Does anybody even know she's going down today?
Does anybody know that she can't stand,
that the world has destroyed her?
Under the shadow of our steeple,
she is wandering,
lost and alone.
With all the lost and lonely people,
who can hear her?
Who can see her?
Searching for the hope, that's locked away in you and me.
Why can't you hear her?
Why can't you see?
Does anybody see,
see her need for Jesus?
Does anybody care,
care, that she is broken.
Can anybody see?
See the pain behind her eyes.
Can anybody see?
See the pain she tries to hide.
Does anybody even know she's going down today?
Does anybody know that she can't stand,
that the world has destroyed her?
Under the shadow of our steeple,
she is wandering,
lost and alone.
With all the lost and lonely people,
who can hear her?
Who can see her?
Searching for the hope, that's locked away in you and me.
Why can't you hear her?
Why can't you see?
Does anybody see,
see her need for Jesus?
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Dark Rain
"Dark Rain"
Boiling clouds of threatening murk,
Filling the sky from horizon to sights end,
Shadows deepen, creep and swell,
And lights seem dim and smothered,
The first drops fall
Remember; it's only rain
Thick sheets of glossy black,
Each drop like bitter corrosive tar,
Steak the buildings, paint the bricks,
Leave splashes of sorrow on the walls,
Leave tear marks on people's skin,
Always look forward; it's only rain
Trickling lines of sullen darkness creep,
Pouring over, around, and through,
Each path leeching heat, light, and life,
Like thieves taking happiness instead of gold,
Streets are dark as the rain falls
Keep you
Literature
Under My Bed
Midnight calls, eyes close,
Fear overtakes my sanity,
These voices are real;
in the closet-under the bed, everywhere,
I can hear them breathing;
Calling me into their realm,
I try but cannot see them,
I just know they are here taunting my every thought,
tormenting me about life, deeds, even misdeeds,
Their laughter fuels my tensions,
My pulse quickens as I am in their sway,
paralyzed, I cannot move,
My body consumed by the black,
My gasps fall on dying lights,
This could be my last breath,
Please, Constance, enter my dreams,
Please, save me.
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My everlasting wish
Once again I submerged in the cold arms of darkness,my everlasting torment, that endless river of sorrow,sobs, screams and laments.
The reality doesnt want to be my friend, and leaves me on my own, as if she was ashamed, or even worst, as if she wants to run away from me.
"Hope is what make us strong,it is why we are here, it is what we fight for when all else is lost"**
However, when i look back, i cant see anything, only darkness, ahead of mine there is a door, i run and run, but i never reach it, and the more i run, the further away i find myself of it, its is a big irony ... indeed.
While im writing this words, my tiredness gets wors
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This is inspired by the song Does Anybody Hear Her, by Casting Crowns. Enjoy! 
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