He cast his line out into the night
Hoping he would get a bite
He’d done this many times before
Tonight, he hoped that he would score
Of in a darken other place
A girl sat staring at her face
She wasn’t pretty, she felt alone
So she started surfing on her phone
His dangled lure, did draw her in
He posed himself as a caring friend
He wanted pictures, she sent him some
Telling no one what she’s done
She was young, lost and sweet
He was older, insisted they should meet
She silently snuck out the door
We never saw her anymore.
***
Prayers for missing children ~ a 14 year old girl that I know is missing.
When I was 15 years old, I started running away from home, I was angry, felt out of place and was running
away from me. I hitchhiked, slept on the side of highways, hid in trees and public bathrooms for sleep.
I was always thankfully caught and brought back home, spent lots of time in detention centers, halfway homes.
It was a terrible time for me, but so much worse for my mother.
Once, while in a Detention Center, she brought me, my guitar saying, “I don’t know what to do with you, but I know that you love your guitar, so here…”
As I got older, my mom and I became best friends, I told her how sorry I was for what I put her through, she forgave me.
I am one of the lucky ones.
