We had the Power to Save Him

Like a storm hovering over a barren land Tears fill this boy’s hands They burn like coals on fire Fueled by words of hate and ire Day after day vicious slurs are thrown Just as piercing as train’s whistle blown He’s called a sinner and a heathen And was given no type of kindness to believe in His father’s eyes filled with disgust When this boy explained who he loved And just like that the boy became abandoned Like acid rain his thoughts and dreams were poisoned Was he a sinner? Was he a disgrace? Did he deserve to see another day? And as the tears again begin to drop He asks his god to make it stop But the boy didn't mean the slurs or names He knew that was a never ending train Instead the boy meant his life To lay in front of the train and end his strife For this boy there was no happy ending And you and I have to think about the message we’re sending We made him think he was lost in sin While all this time we had the power to save him But we didn't…