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 Signatures By The Tired Lion |
cold, damp, and it's dampness runs
through your bones.
The chill is sharp, the pain is deep.
Whose face do I see?
It does not look familiar, I cannot
see for my eyes are swollen from
crying.
Outlined in red, burning like fire.
The words I try to speak are caught
in my throat.
To be thrown out into the bitter cold
abandoned with no where to go.
I cringe like the hurt animal in a
corner.
My mind is a shambles of thoughts
going every which way.
As much as it hurts I must go on.
I must not look back, for where
there was love, it is gone.
I feel so alone, and yet there is
but only one person I can reach
out to.
Is this to be my destiny? Is this
to be the path I must take?
Others have done it, and made
it on there own.
I will be brave, I will be strong.
For where I am not wanted, I
don't belong.
Where there is no love here,
I must move on.
I need to look towards a brighter
tomorrow.
Feel the sun upon my face.
Knowing somewhere out there
is a place for me, filled
with love.
Because you see, I am special,
God has made me this way.
And I know He will walk with me
every step of the way, and show
me the way.
written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love
June 25, 2003