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by distorted images Nov 5, 2008 category : Life, society / inspirational
This mystic world that we grow in, shoots memories and pain through me For i can not be seen here, Hiding my face with brambles and shrubbery I have been lost in pondering shadows, as a thousand pesky mouths nip at me But my home amongst the brambles, is the only peace for me One night i was tossed by howling winds, my shrubs broken and strewn about My little home now broken to bits, my heavy heart giving out The brutal storms shrieks now distant, the sky's face now sparks of light I stand upon a sodden ground, sad eyes recording the night's blight Wiping the tears upon my cheeks, i set off to mend my home For the world has never loved me, but i know i am not alone The sparks of light upon the sky's face, will be my guide tonight My shrubs and brambles my home once more, i will have hope and peace tonight