by Laura Uhlman
I hear that familiar cry That turns and tares Wanting the world to hear The pain thats hidden deep inside A voice crying out "World! Have you not seen" How bad i hurt, how hard its been A childhood lost A life thats robbed Invasions that threatened my sanity He loves me yes. He loves me not And so the chamber rolls A frightening caress A forced upon kiss A game of roulette thats been deadly to my soul Even so but better yet This life of extremes As exhausting as it gets Keeps pushing me on Somehow making me strong As it drags me thro the rubble of its wreck Though this journeys been hard I must call it my own cause the reflection i see Is looking alot like me I must choose to love her And call her my home Home will be a garden Where i miraculously see The faithfulness of a spring That helps me believe The complexities of life Can bring fragrance from strife And the songs of the birds Can set me soul free.
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