THE SEARCH FOR A SAVIOR

when those innocent childhood days take flight And adulthood, with its ache, comes to view, We awake to misery, fear and blight, Where happiness ascends upon the few. Encircled by savagery and endless strain Controlled by elders, who do as they may sharing not that good life, but whirling pain. For this we sang, we dance, we scream, and we pray. We cry to the invisible above. Ah! The real truth we fail to understand Is the power of hugs, inclosed by love, With sweet kisses and a touch of a hand. This joy, above all else for sure exists, Is a loving savior within our midst. from VERSES & LYRICS c Copyright 2006 zishan evans