Living in the Presence
To those of you that made a pack
I beg of you to give my family their lives back.
You each live in your own private Hell
By making the choice not to tell.
You do not hear my family’s plea
All they wish is to find me.
Maybe you thought out of sight out of mind
She will be difficult to find.
But there I am my face you see
Throughout the streets and roads around
Here and in surrounding towns.
You may drive by me and block it out
But sometimes do you hear me shout?
You were my friends how could this be
Who ever thought you’d bring the end to me.
We all know you didn’t mean to do it
So tell the truth there’s nothing to it.
My family is not looking for your hides
Only for you to be their guides.
To lead them in the right direction
It can be anonymous for your own protection.
I want to come home it’s been long enough
Please stop making this so tough.
I forgave you long ago
Now forgive yourselves for what you have done
So that you can come out of the darkness and into
Channeled through Kathy