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Aug 2010
I write to heal and I bleed my pen
The words flow thru me and not out my skin
Razors and blades dont forget the knives too
I remember the times the only color I saw was blue
Life has gone in a circle and has very much calmed down
No longer the need to run, hide or skip town
Forgiving myself was the hardest to do
He gave me hope and helped me break through
Sleep comes so easy and the nights arent so long
I do things the right way and Im not doing the wrong
My past has been coverd, my past has been cleaned
Thank you Lord for helping my family who intervened
When the light in my soul was all but snuffed out
I had to make changes without a doubt
Thankful for seeing what went wrong
Having the sight to sing a new song
The path that leads me is straight and narrow
I am happy now and free as a sparrow
Decisions come smooth
Living right can soothe
If you make mistakes
In your dreams are miserable snakes.
Butterfly
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Butterfly
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