I can hear them, and feel them deep within
Their laughter echoes in the canyons
Their tears masked in the rain.
Their dance swims in the moonlight
Their innocence consumed by pain.
I do not know to save them.
But I will paint, I will draw, I will write
I will search, I will care, I will cry.
To try to help these kids survive. too many of our kids are lost to suicide.
My heart is bleeding and I all I have inside is pleading...
You see they are my tribe.
My art, my voice, my message..
Is only there to save them to try to reach them.....and love them
That is all….please help me…..save them……………