• Flowers bloom and children grow
    But I wonder if I grow too?
    Do I grow with all this pain inside of me, slowly ripping me up into pieces
    Or does it eventually go away?
    Cars speed by and I cry silently as they go
    Do they notice me?
    Do they care about me?
    Or are they mocking me and laughing at me?
    Would they understand if I told them?
    Or if they became homeless also?
    Days pass by and nothing changes
    I wonder if He does this on purpose