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Don,t Give Up On Me, Messages Given
by Teresa Redmond
Thursday, September 28, 2006
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I was one of these kids and am so Thankful that God had other plans for me He never gave up, I hope that who ever reads this knows as long as God is allowed in their life your never alone,
DONíT GIVE UP ON ME
Iím sitting here thinking about a young man. Our children today the ones we rocked when little, bruised knees that we kissed
I roam the streets, lost and alone no where to go, I canít go home
The drinking and drugs become my friends, you donít know exactly when.
One moment I am just a little girl, then next a young lady with long hair to curl.
Or maybe a little boy with a dump truck as a favorite toy.
Life to you has been nothing but sorrow and hate; you donít go home you stay out late. Are they home? Full of drugs and drink do they care what you think?
Where did the Waltonís go? Were they real people or just a show?
I wanted their life; it was what my life was supposed to be; now I just hope they donít give up on me.
Itís cold out here on the streets, nothing for a week to eat.
Itís been so long since I felt safe. Lately I feel I am just some mans bait.
We never could say what needed to be; now I have begun to pray please donít give up on me.
Out on the streets where I should be afraid, I feel safe. The arms I should run into I canít even face...
The ones that should know my worth you myself and I, none of us can stand to look, deep into my eyes. Thereís a deep black hole, some lady told me once, there the mirrors to my soul.
But before itís too late, Iíll make this finale plea: please look into yourself and donít give up on me!
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|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|if you knew where i came from, what my past was like, you would know how happy i am that my family never gave up on me, even when it seemed i had. this struck a note with me|
|Reviewed by J M
|This is so sad and powerful I too have known those that feel the street is better for them a safe harbor for they are alone, rejected, lost, confused. You touched me to memory so deeply with your poem ... Thank you.
"But before itís too late, Iíll make this finale plea: please look into yourself and donít give up on me! "