This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at NCSU chapter.
Donde Esta?
By AP
Oh God, please hear my cry,
I feel that I always try,
But just can’t seem to get by.
Why must I be this high?
To high to use my mind,
Crashing into reality,
Being in a Bind.
Are you even there?
I don’t even know if I can bare
How, How am I going to fair?
Will you even dare,
To offer a sinner a chair,
And answer his prayer?