In the shadow of the light

My soul hides in the shadow of the broad daylight
A darkness not of my choice neither I suppose of men
But multitude gloat over it
My flesh and bones wears , when men as scavengers devours them.
My only joy is seeing the true colour of humans
Skin and bones . Damn! they're ugly
A hypocrisy I can never fathom
The fat wants more fat and the skinny cries for fat ... and the fat looks for bones to devour
The little fragile hearts has given all the love he has and it is not enough for them.
The wish now to devour his little flesh and break his little bones .
They look for his for his little soul but they shall find him not for a rock and things higher than man has hidden them.
It has flown to it's hiding place till the day he shall find rest again
What is rest the calm and peace of Jesus is rest
What is joy? The smile of Jesus is Joy
What is scary? Ignorance...... The darkness in the broad daylight.