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Dec 2011
You try to pin me down with my own shame
Take my joy and bring me pain
The lies you whisper in my ear
Cannot deceive the hope I’ve found here

Safe in arms wrapped tight around
Your knives they twist the shroud of my gown
Your voice it drips with venom down
But my heart does not skip a sound

You will not take my hope and joy
My life is not yours to make a toy
I will hold on to my faith with steadfast strength
Knowing what happens to your fate

My weaknesses you seek to find
My hands and feet you try to bind
My body disheveled but my heart still beats
From ashes to beauty my story this meets

A tired and broken spirit found
By a love unending that cannot be bound
Your tricks and lies they end tonight
Though you may struggle, though you may fight

Safe in arms wrapped tight around
Your knives they twist the shroud of my gown
Your voice it drips like venom down
But my heart does not skip a sound
Ashlee Cline
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Ashlee Cline
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     Al M Rakun and Ashlee Cline
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