The Leaf

Life seems like a movie to me,
Where my only role is to watch and see.
I watch people living their lives
Wondering where the hell is mine.

Like a leaf that fell too early from its tree
And from its position on the ground it has to see
The life of the tree that goes on
Not even noticing it was gone.
And as it remains on the ground
It prays for someone to hear its sound;
for someone to throw it away
Or put it in the place right away.
All that is wants is for God to hear its cry.
It waits for God’s mercy 
To put it out of its misery,
By living or dying;
One way or the other



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