i see you crying there
lost in this world of fears
lonely with no one to care
burried beneath your tears
empty is your pleading
gone is your hope
open and bleeding
trying just to cope
trying just to feel
emotions you once had
no one to help you heal
comfort you when sad
humble yourself dear child
immanuel is here
lord of meek and mild
does bid that you come near
nice poem with a tight structure