Where have you been?
The place was hell
ruled by hate.
She was waiting
believing it was late.
I’ve been ready and
waiting so long,
It’s hard when you’re
seven to be so strong.
I don’t want to try any
more
I’m ready to go with
you to the golden shore.
Carry me gently in arms
so warm
And take me to wait for the
new day to dawn,
To grow in the garden
till I’m ready to be re-born.
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