Lost Soul Poem by Jason Young

Like the wind blowing trash all around,

Who are we,

Were born,

We live,

Then were laid to rest in the ground,



Like the wind all around,

where's it going?

I'm cold,

It's dark,

I'm lost,



Just going where the wind takes me,

Down the road to no where,

Dose anyone care,

I can barely stare in the mirror anymore,



My life is like the trash out side,

Just waiting to be found,

Waiting to be thrown all around,



I pray for my soul to be saved,

But can a lost soul be saved?