Monday, 30 December 2013

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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