Wednesday, March 11, 2015

These hands.

There comes a time when I,
Need to stand out from the norm.
And take it onto me
It's time to weather the storm.

I
I can't
I can't see...

You walk away from me
And slowly fall into your grace.
Trouble and infectious rage,
I see the struggle in your face.

Take these hands and rise up from your knees
And walk away with
Me until you finally can see,
A brighter side then grey.

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