Traped in the lions den
trying to move up
but can not reach the end
people passing by
but would not lend a hand
they know not what they do
they do not understand

The den is so hot
but yet you feel cold
your possesion are gone
all you have is your soul

we sometimes depend on others
but man can let you down
with a smile in front your face
but behind you is a frown

if God had ment us to fly
he had given us wings
instead he gaved us a mind
to do mavelus things

pray and work hard
with each passing day
like a light at the end of the tunnel
God always shows the way

This poem was written/submitted by Andy Christopher Wintz.