By Jenna Holland
Date: 25 March 1998

God Will Understand

I knew a boy about my age
His heart and soul was filled with rage
He carried a gun and a switchblade knife
Assumed his drugs were the answer to life

This anguished boy came crying to me
Pleading for his sins to be free
I kissed his cheek
Held his hand
Then told him God will understand

Then days, weeks, and months had past
He swore to himself he could not last
He held out his wrist
Pulled out a knife
Then murdered himself of the rest of his life

As he lies in the bed of death
I kneel down beside him
With all of my breath
I kiss his cheek
Hold his hand
Then told him God will understand