Your Son Or Daughter (To All Children On Drugs Or In A Gang)

I'm standing in the middle of no where.
Tears running down my face flooding my heart with desperation.
Reaching out to you with these small hands of mine
And these innocent eyes looking for where you are.
You not hearing my cry while my tears continue to flow.
Who am I?
I am your son or daughter calling you from in the middle of no where.

by Rev. Harrietta McReynolds

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