Secrets lie in the written word,
And I ask you to keep this one in darkness.
Hurt has been done in blood and tears,
And we bleed and we cry,
We even scream.
Time with it's healing arms can comfort us,
But the wounded still help,
The helpless always need compassion,
In sadness I write this,
Because the sobbing never stops.
I see my friend bleed,
Isee my sister cry.
They need love,
Yet here I write with a selfish request.
Make me strong, please.. |
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