Letting Go

April 6, 2008
By Bryce Hull, Moore, OK

Still swinging, and swinging, holding on tight,
I have the choice to stay or fight,
I don’t have much longer, I have to let go,
Falling, and falling, Now was it right,
All I hear is the screams of fright,
Don’t know where I am, But then he appears,
The devil himself pitchfork and all,
He stands up tall, I must resist,
But then the shady figure appears,
She lifts me up and flies me away,
And drops me in some hay,
I`m now in a home, Safe and sound,
I still feel alone, But I` m all so real,
All I know now is that life goes on,
Now I must never be alone.

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