Panic and Pain
Are all I feel.
Panic and pain.
This can’t be real.
Panic and pain.
What will we do?
Panic and pain.
I wish I knew.
A little girl
Growing too fast.
Her childhood
Already in her past.
Drugs and alcohol
Sex and tears.
Are the tools she uses
To hide her fears.
She can’t get back
What she has lost.
She doesn’t yet realize
What it has cost.
Poor little girl
Out in the rain.
And all I can feel
Is panic and pain.
Panic and Panic
Hides her all day and all night
Oh Poor Little girl
Panic and Pain
Is all that
This little boy knows.
This poor bastard
Knows not what is parental love
For on the streets, he was raised
A father he knows not.
Oh Poor innocent boy
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning,
As if supported by the rays of the sun,
Pain and Panic recedes for a while
Laughter fills my inner soul
Age does not protect you from love.
But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
These words from the wise rules the world
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer.
It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
For man suffers in his pains alone
Dreams are necessary
Panic and Pain vanishes
When dreams are alive.
For in your pain and panic,
Face them with all your might
And you will certainly be the victor.
