About Exiting The Fall

I look out unto the world and I see a generation staring straight back at me, where their hair covers their eyes because they can’t stand to look into the pain and the lies that the world exalts as if it were from the skies. They live their life to die, they live for the next high or the next drive-by to get rid of their life and they look up to the heavens and cry out as if God has forsaken them in all the time they pressed their luck and in all the times they’ve been stuck, but he’s been right there beside you screaming, “CANT YOU HEAR ME?”.