There is a scream inside me,
And its Angry.
And its Agonizing.
It is ever so Tantalizing.
There is a scream inside me.
There is a scream inside me.
And it's loud.
And it's deafening.
It just whistles through my emptiness,
Never filling.
Cause it's leaking through my bullet wounds.
Lord Jesus,
Help me.
There is a scream inside me.
There is a scream locked up inside me,
And somebody needs to hear it.
Take this scream out of me, Bwana.
Bwana, take this pain off of me.
This scream can stay no longer.
© 2014 Kendra Bowman
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
There is a scream inside me,
And its Angry.
And its Agonizing.
It is ever so Tantalizing.
There is a scream inside me.
There is a scream inside me.
And it's loud.
And it's deafening.
It just whistles through my emptiness,
Never filling.
Cause it's leaking through my bullet wounds.
Lord Jesus,
Help me.
There is a scream inside me.
There is a scream locked up inside me,
And somebody needs to hear it.
Take this scream out of me, Bwana.
Bwana, take this pain off of me.
This scream can stay no longer.
© 2014 Kendra Bowman
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