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"Hide not your talents.  They for use were made.  What's a sundial in the shade?"
 -Benjamin Franklin

Missionary Kid

Yeah I am just a missionary kid
But those words just don’t describe it
I cannot seem to find that place
Where I can lay back and just rest
Cause then you think of all the sin
You just can’t find peace in the din
It isn’t much that I go through
I am not hurt or abused its true
But I can’t seem to find a friend
That instead of me helping them
Would actually help me along
It would seem that in all this throng
I could find someone to do this
But I can barely find adults
In this place where I’ve grown up
Who will listen and help
Some people think I think to deep
Maybe that advice just was cheap
From some “friends” who wanted to be
My friend so they just flattered me
I don’t do much and it would seem
It’d be as easy as the dream
But it doesn’t work that way
It breaks your heart to see them sway
Those people that you loved so hard
They just shrug and go away
From the path you made so clear
So they wouldn’t she a tear
It looks so easy but it’s not
With all the men smokin’ pot
And with the darkness
Comes the dangers
Yet all around you is but dark
And many times you see the mark
Not just in places but in persons
Cause you don’t just see the scars
But you also feel the hearts
Sometimes it’s fun and you smile
To see the good come out of trial
But it drives you to insanity
All of this inhumanity
Don’t get me wrong it is good work
But please take a deeper look
Cause many prayers many tears
Bring but one child in many years

Cause though I'm barely ten and three

I've seen the sin of humanity

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