sitting in a cell made with these here dirty bricks with a little mud, blood, and a whole lot of heart....
gave it my all have a good fight now I'm losing my mind..
hear these stupid voices are they near I hear them clear..it's just the clowns next door trying to instill alot of fear in a soul that only knows fear... I'm not scared of the pain they try and create...
I'm scared of the past that I will have to let go... he sailed a long long time ago though...
my eyes are almost blind but I'm seeing clear I'm not wanted here...
my ears work alright these days I can hear them clearly... I'm not wanted hear....
my heart is broke my soul is crying my pain is deep and my brain can't accept the truth. he is going to hurt me...
but my inner me want let me leave my inner me screams don't be sly don't be crude smile, put on your face let's play there games... then my mind whispers to my heart tell our soul it will be ok our head is high were ready to fight my corner has become crowded, my darkness has become lonesome...
you can take these walls, you can take these memories, you can take all the heart that was pour into this house we call home I pledge today
you done took it anyway and stuck the one true energy in a cell made of her divinity..
Angela Oaks
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