Thinking of Mark
He sought another counselor. He wasn't very wise. Pretending to look good. But he was in disguise. What promises were made? Were they written in a book? The damage has been done. Look at all he took. Did he forget what he once felt? The world has made him blind. How could he run away from home? He must have lost his mind. Is he safe? Its so unclear. How could he deny? What he once had and held so dear. All I can do is cry. A mother's prayer. The childrens' cry. Does he feel their pain? Is he hiding in the dark? Running from his shame? I cannot help but wonder if he'll return unto the nest. I wish he'd call and let us know. 'Cause I could use the rest. Written by Denise Hernandez Rocafort July 1995