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Hope (I Won't)I won't let a razor blade
Take away this life I've made.
I won't let the shame and guilt
Ruin everything I've built.
I won't let being wrong
Stop me from being strong.
I won't let sorrow and pain
Resurrect the demons that I've slain.
I won't let ugly spite
Tell me that I'm not right.
I won't let the dark past
Make my endless hurt last.
I won't let this noose
Leave me hanging loose.
I won't let the world win;
My life is only just about to begin.
Broken AngelI fell in love with a broken girl
An angel long fallen from grace
Her wings gone limp, her soul empty
The ghosts of tears on her face
The scars on her arms told the story
of battles she long ago lost
Etched in her eyes was the pain
hidden behind blue was the cost
I took the broken angel before me
and kissed every scar on her arm
And though I am far from a hero
I promised to protect her from harm
Together we'll face down her demons
No longer will she fight alone
Slowly her heart will grow stronger
Protected now by my own
Lock and KeySometimes a heart is under lock and key
Sometimes there is more to a person than what you see
And how might you find a key to a heart?
Would you even know where you should start?
If it was me I would look for the soul
There you might find what makes them whole
Wait to see the colours that shine true
You might find that they open up to you
Take you time, have patience, be gentle and kind
Not all keys are so easy to find
Some keys are lost in history
Some keys are just a mystery
Take time to learn and see who they are
Take your time to show that you really care
You might just see there's more to them than what you see
And even find a heart shaped key
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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