Jyoti's Tears
By Justin Martin
I wake up in this place,
Behind a curtain and a padlock,
In this dirty room I live.
Or can I call it that,
It’s more like I exist.
I didn’t come by choice
But this is where I am,
Can you sympathize
With this shattered life I’m in?
Does no one hear my cry?
Do they even know I’m here?
Look into my eyes,
See open wounds and hopeless tears.
The way they look at me,
They just want their money’s worth.
“Which one do you want, that’ll be this much,”
All too familiar words.
I don’t want to wake up,
Just to feel this numbness here again,
God if you can hear,
Send me a savior – make this end.
Does no one hear my cry?
Do they even know I’m here?
Look into my eyes,
See open wounds and hopeless tears.
Does no one hear my cry,
Or has this fallen on deaf ears,
You say your God is love,
then why won’t love bring justice here.