I hate that you turned away when I needed you, ran off chasing castles in the sky and making flimsy stupid excuses, vaporous storm clouds drowning me in my night. Somewhere a girl is taunted, crushed so often that she thinks deep in her heart that she is worthless, and a whore. Somewhere a child is molested by the man she calls her father and learns never to trust, never to love again. Somewhere the only loving that a lonely woman knows of is the selling of her body for the animal perversions of the world.
Somewhere silence is the deepest moan.
But somewhere under tears that never wash away the pain there is a stillness, somewhere inside, a Voice it whispers soft into the darkness in your soul amid the blackness of your night. Somewhere beneath the talons that have shred apart your spirit a wounded Hand now reaches out to draw you close to Heaven, to heal you, to embrace you, make you whole. In every Somewhere where you linger on the edges of a prayer falls the ever-loving tears of Jesus Christ. Loneliness takes its grip once more. Sobbing my only embrace, a time has now passed, Once again I am my best and worst friend.