restoration
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What good is it to first love you
When love was never dealt?
Why should I seek to put you first
If the same has not been felt?
But who am I to make that call,
And desire to receive,
In the road walked a woman with a bleeding soul
her heart was dragged into a ditch
her mind was stuck in a dark pit
walking the long and lonesome roads
her eyes stared into the naked woods
All around the floor scattered pieces lay,
Pieces of red, white, and black.
Tear running down my face,
My body limp on the floor.
I pick up the pieces,
but they all shatter at my touch.
This past year has taught me a lot,
And its safe to say it hasn't been easy.
No, its been anything but.
I started it off happy.
New state, new school, new faces, new me.
In The beginning it was difficult to go on my own, momma held my hand thru everything, days went by momma got ill and one morning she left me to fly to heaven, no troubles for her ,cause she was at peace, now were does that lead me?
From the day we are born in our lives are in danger.From the moment she took her first breath,Her fate had been decided.She never even made it home.Straight to the chicken farm she went.
Flashes of fun as they hang here
The cold, rusty bars never seemed so near
As the soft, soothing breeze sways the chains
Now withered and rusted from the passing rains
As I aged
It faded fast
Although I wished
It would last
One foot forward
One foot back
Now memories are
Of the past
Piano, Forte
Fast, Slow
What I did was stop
Instead of go
The misconceptive claim
That all men are the same
Hurts males as a whole
Because of the toll
These women take
From a manipulator’s mistake
You know the intentional act
To screw a girl over
