A troubled teen
walks the street in fear
Painstaking screams
that only she can hear.

Strung out on drugs
fearing death no more
Wishing to remember
the life she had before.

A big, strong hand
reaches down from above
Embracing her tortured soul
offering, his never-ending love.

‘Take hold of my hand
let me show you the path
To free you of this anguish
and live in the precious aftermath.’