Gasping

People gasp when they see an accident,
People gasp when they can’t get enough air,
People gasp when they get surprised,
But no one hears the tiny little gasp.

There’s a child sitting there,
As if there is no one who cares,
Inside and out the child cries,
Inside, a small part of her dies.

Why can’t the people around her see?
How more helpful could they be?
If only one had heard her cry,
Dry her tears and ask her why?

Why do you cry, little one?
What is it that someone has done,
That makes you cry right here, today?
How can I make the tears go away?

But no one cared to see her cry,
No one cared to ask her why,
Why do you do things that are bad?
What is it making you so sad?

If only one could see inside,
All the things she had to hide,
They can not make it go away,
It happens every single day.

Sin

Up and down, I go again,

Worrying about all my sin.

Is it? ┬áIsn’t it? Who really knows?

I will never let it show.

All the things I try to hide,

Way, way, deep, down inside.

Talk to this one,

Listen to that one,

Whom shall I believe?

A life of sin I’ll never leave.

– van –