This is a lines that is said often
I can imagine how I sit and look
For a answer that is less defined
I've broken my heart several times
To worldly men designs
To a father that is never there
And men with no self respect
To say I am confined to this superficial world
I can say that I am alone once again
To people who see me as nothing
To the family that slaps my name
Burial rights performed to me not
To have something so ritualistic would seem to be right
But I lay here in nothing
But soil in the dark side of a yard
What am I to saying people who read this
What could they get from this as they scroll down
To surround yourself with lies and plagued love
That there is something else that can be found
We who see this are not things
We are more than just a curse
We can come together and rise
Instead of rising to God by the hands of devils
We all have demons that plague our souls
We have things that keeps us from becoming whole
Not everything that have been torn from our bodies
Have stripped away our faith keeping souls
So I say lets come together
Lets make a way
Let show those that are just like us
That we can rise on this day
Sincerely Yours,
Way Makers
Good morning Alley. My computer has been down so I haven't been able to stop by. You haven't written in 5 days. Are you okay dear? You write so often about being alone and the mother in me becomes concerned for you. Yet you are also a writer and writer's often draw on the universal in order to share their humanity. I'm here if you need me.
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