A Poem for Michael

What could you possible tell yourself
to believe you found a better way
whatever you decide to do with your life
from Jehovah, don't turn away
Why are you running as if your unloved
Why are you searching as if truth's not
enough
To where will you go Son
tell me where will you run
is this really worth what you call fun?
I'll try and be wherever you fall
In the dead of night if ever you call
just don't hate the arms that held you
Don't forget your God who loves you
I love you, I want you to know just how
much I love you, and though your very
faraway
within my heart you'll always stay