i see him walking in the lonely alley
digs his hands deep into his pockets
he staggers, take a swig
pulls out a cigar and lights it

i see her crying in the corner
shielding her face from the world
her insecurities birthing forth
pulls a razor to her wrist and slits it

i see them running in the field
laughing with heads thrown back
they have not yet seen the ugly
pull out a crayon to draw with

i see him with a plastered smile
with girls draped all over
he lives the high life, an aristocrat
pulls out money and throws it

i see her slouching on a bench
glasses hanging from the nose
her hair disheveled and unkempt
pulls out a book and reads it

i see them with spirit and pride
screaming in rythm and in sync
they are desired, they are envied
pull out pom-poms to cheer


and they do not differ.
because they are all lost.
in the darkness they grope but they do not find.
shine light, shine.

do not be hidden says the Lord.