Unwanted

a simple flower that isn't real,
a rock to scarred to actually feal.
the simple beauties in life,
too afraid to take a chance.
A human baby unwanted and dead,
a ilented voice with words unsaid,
the horrors that are felt within,
too deep and black to have any light,
a pain too deep,
a heart too broken,
nothing can fix,
what isn't wanted.
these things "too" small to hold,
god has these in his fold,
wecome the pain and pray,
and maybe perhaps He'll save the day,
the simple truth is said to be the best,
let the people be layed to rest,
enjoy the peace when they are gone,
and watch and wait, paint yourself a simple dawn.