I walk through a world of plastic smiles and silent tears of those I hold most dear, as the lion bears her fangs at those that wound her to such a degree she begins to lose sight of her meaning in this story, wounds of the past and wounds from the future cause her to fight for the very peace she so rightly deserves though refuses to see within herself. I stand and watch through this fiery haze as she stumbles down the path she has somewhat chosen and though I would help her without hesitation I feel she would not allow me for I know I carry the sin of being the one of many that have damaged her. I pray she finds happiness in this painfully dark road as I do my best to walk with her in silence to a better tomorrow...
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 20:00:28 +0000
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