Alone

Feeling so alone

In a world of hurt

I cry to the skies

That someday, I’ll be healed

~

Until then, I struggle

With fear and pain

Hoping one day

To catch the real meaning

Of why I was brought here

~

As I pick up the rose

My feelings are pricked

By the thorns of evil.

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As I watch the blood pour

From my wounds

Will I ever heal?

~

Or will I be kept numb

In this forgotten world

Of never ending hurt?

~~~

Written by Beth Malbon, 1985

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