Welcome to our world, won't you come on in?
Things are so different here, won't you be my friend.
The canyons are deep, the mountains so high,
If you're just a little brave, please come nigh.
God is the potter, we are the clay,
In this locked up world we must stay.
We learn quickly to separate the chaff from the wheat,
Hoping all the while new friends we'll meet.
A word is just a word full of letters,
Many I hear saying, "you'll be ok, you'll get better."
Groping for words, the tether slips,
Anger, confusion, and frustration comes out my lips.
In a fleeting moment the friends are gone,
They've left again, and I'm all alone!
Where are you I cry, then the cry becomes a scream...
The whole time I'm begging for this to be a dream!
What can I do, what can I say?
Whoever reads this, just hope attention to it you'll pay!