A lost voice
Squatting in my little street corner this very dark night. It is cold and the and the darkness is scary. Who can hold me – the hand of God. Is there a God out there? God if you are there – if you can hear me, hold me through the night. I really want to sleep but my belly is rumbling. Please don’t let them find me here, stop them from taking and hurting me. God – if you are there – hear my voice!
