Broken child

She stands at the door,
waiting that someone opens the door.
Too weak to move or wait anymore.
Tears streaming down her face,
she doesn't care anymore.
Faith is gone of a broken child,
who could hear her call anymore.
Too scare to move on,
spirit of this life is too strong.
She's giving up screaming: "ok, you won."
She brakes a mirror,
pieces of a glass all over the ground.
Fragile child takes a piece of glass on her hand.
Spirit of this life is too strong,
and it's so hard to stand.


-Girl you have to be strong,
you will make it trough.
Wipe your tears and take my hand,
come on, lets move on.-


Memories from her past are hunting in her mind.
She tries to forget and move on,
but these tears had made her blind.
Heavy heart, broken soul.
Who could come and take her home.
Cold shadows all around,
and footprints on the ground are dirty.
And she can't find the road.


-I know you're broken inside,
and this life is so hard.
But when the day is dark, I'm with you.
I will help you to get through.-

Step by step, she's moving on.
At the same time knowing,
she doesn't have to be strong.
Jesus is there holding her hand,
and He is guiding her to the promised land.

That is beautiful. It could be a song. Your writing can touch the hearts of so many broken children, and women, and men.

At first when I was writing it I actually thought that it could be a song.
Maybe I will sing it one day.