Our love ties us together,
hence we will always be;
From the first time that I saw you,
your love was meant for me.
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You treat me like a lady,
I treat you like my man;
And even in my silence,
you seem to understand.
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And as you hold me tightly,
I feel what you don't say;
A love which needs no words,
is a love you've brought my way.
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As you bring my morning Coffee,
I feel so very blessed;
For you always do the sweetest things,
too numerous to be said.
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You never try to change me,
you accept the "Me" I am;
I cherish you, with all my heart,
on this I'll take a stand!
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If you were e'er to leave me,
I don't know what I'd do;
Life would seem so worthless,
without the love of you.

The hot, sticky air,
looms heavily in the night,
causing me to sweat.

She walks to grade school,
sack lunch in her hand;
Dressed in old, tattered clothes,
that a Flea Market had.
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She hangs her head low,
don't want them to see;
The bruise 'neath her eye,
which is now blue and green.
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Her shoes do not fit,
they're too large for her feet;
So she stumbles along,
then falls to her feet.
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Since her lunch yesterday,
she's had nothing to eat;
She sheds a small tear,
which runs down her cheek.
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Children pass by her,
they point as they laugh;
And under her breath,
she lets out a gasp.
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She despises those bullies,
for the things that they do;
So she quickly runs home,
grabs a gun from Dad's room.
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She rushes to school,
she'll make them all pay;
So she guns down nine children,
uncontained is her rage.
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A teacher subdues her,
wrestles her to the ground;
Her killing spree's over,
yet she makes not a sound.
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Nine children lay dead,
everyone is in shock;
They all learned a lesson,
No one's to be mocked!

I don't have all the answers,
why we don't talk or touch;
I think that we, would both agree,
it's becoming just too much.
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We never hold each other's hand,
the way we use to do;
We never kiss each other, "Bye,"
as if we have the Flu.
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We rarely say, "I love you,"
nor give hugs anymore;
And we always seem so sad,
when we walk through the front door.
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We both ignore the other,
this happens all day long;
We don't communicate because,
everything we'd say is wrong.
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When we go to bed at night,
we never say, "Goodnight;"
We're nothing more then roomates,
who are living seperate lives.
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We both keep our own distance,
as if we're miles apart;
It seems we're always, "Butting Heads,"
just like we **** our hearts.
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The two of us aren't happy,
what are we going to do;
Perhaps it's time, to realize,
this relationship is through.

Can you picture Jesus, on the Cross,
where He laid down His life, to save the lost;
Can you see Him hanging, on that Tree,
where they strung Him up, for all to see?
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Can you imagine, the pain He felt,
when into Him, they drove three nails;
And from the beatings, of which He took,
Human was not how Jesus looked.
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Can you feel the betrayal, can you understand,
why His flesh, it hung in ****** strands;
Can you hear within your own, small mind,
the crowd as they called out, "Crucify?"
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Can you see Him suffer, could you watch Him die,
would you turn your head away and cry;
Do you think you'd remember, the reason He came,
"twas to set the Captives, free from blame.

He is our God,
the great, "I AM;"
Who created us,
'fore time began.
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He cares for us,
as nobody could;
He's accepted us,
when no one would.
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He's watched us grow,
He's watched us play;
And He never once,
turned His face away.
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The great, "I AM,"
deserves our praise;
Not only on Sundays,
but everyday.

No words were ever uttered,
no tears fell from her eyes;
She felt her heart, being torn apart,
in the darkness of her night.
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"What did I do," she asked herself,
"to deserve this pain I feel;"
For every night they'd come to her,
and all she felt was ill.
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Enduring the pain she wore like a Cloak,
she'd lay motionless in her bed;
Shattered and torn, since the day she was born,
oh how this child's heart bled.
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When they were finished using her,
she was cast aside like trash;
Stepping on her clothes, when they arose,
her heart would burn, as it crashed.
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So damaged and used, torn and abused,
she never felt wanted or loved;
She'd face the wall, curled up in a ball,
and began to **** her right thumb.