Being There
January 17, 2008 1:20 am PoetryBeing There
by: Unknown
I never carved your name in stone
Or chipped initials in the bark
Of oaks to show the world I care
I prove my love by being there
When tears of sadness fill your eyes
When others cast harsh words like stones
That sting and cut though they’re untrue
I’m there to catch those stones for you
When people turn their backs and hide
When deaf ears meet your cries for help
For someone who can understand
I’m there to lend a helping hand
When all the world becomes too much
When everything is going wrong
And darkness spirals down to night
I’m there to guide you back to light
I never carved your name in stone
Or chipped initials in the bark
But if you took my chest apart
Your name is there I cross my heart
Stumble it!
January 19th, 2008 at 5:24 pm
GREAT POEM. VERY BEAUTIFUL AND DEEP. LOVED READING
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