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Standing On The Edge
She doesn't know just how to do it
Perhaps a slip of the proverbial knife
You see the pain keeps on coming
She has been it's victim all of her life
She's standing on the edge laughing
Even though tears are rolling down again
She knows today is her saddest yet
She turns to the heavens with her pain
Angels are watching with held breath....
I think even a few of them wept
They watch her inching closer and closer...
To the edge where there's nothing left
Yet none do reach out to stop her
Perhaps this was the plan all along
To give her this life, to break her!
To see if she could ever be strong
She pleaded her prayers, all unanswered
She knows she's in this all alone
No more cries to the one that wont listen
Her faith in the Angels has gone...
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-25-03
Perhaps a slip of the proverbial knife
You see the pain keeps on coming
She has been it's victim all of her life
She's standing on the edge laughing
Even though tears are rolling down again
She knows today is her saddest yet
She turns to the heavens with her pain
Angels are watching with held breath....
I think even a few of them wept
They watch her inching closer and closer...
To the edge where there's nothing left
Yet none do reach out to stop her
Perhaps this was the plan all along
To give her this life, to break her!
To see if she could ever be strong
She pleaded her prayers, all unanswered
She knows she's in this all alone
No more cries to the one that wont listen
Her faith in the Angels has gone...
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-25-03
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Standing On The Edge
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