The day is gray, it’s wrapped in sadness
some of the clouds are crying rain.
Today I tried to run from madness
to flee from darkness and the pain.
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My chest tied up as I get ready
I feel my life comes to an end
my breath comes flat and still it’s steady
I’m too broken to amend
**
Under the trees with nature’s touch
I walk up through rock and stone
I feel the hurt gets far too much
instead of lessened it has grown.
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Why do some people always hurt me
make me feel like I’m far too low
to be loved, God, hear my plea
it’s time for me that I would know.
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My eyes in tears I follow traces
of deer, of wolves; hunters and prey.
The wolf who tore me, has many faces
I think remorse is not his way.
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Many hours later, I reached my goal
I stood and heard the eagle’s cry.
I only wish my injured soul
had strength enough to go and fly.
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Go my soul, fly free, go home.
Where there’s peace and you are safe
spread your wings and let you roam’
don’t think back and leave my grave.
**
Love and peace and lights are waiting
Heaven’s where you do belong.
nobody hurts, no pain and no one’s hating
there you can sing, and dance , grow strong.
**
Your stay on Earth proves too much trouble
you don’t belong, here you can’t sing.
There’s too much pain for you in double.
Go, fly home – on Angel’s wing!
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(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, November 2016)
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