Withered And Torn

January 31, 2012

"Every rose has it's thorn"
Mama says that as I lay here withered and torn

"Every night has its dawn"
I pray that happiness will fall upon.

"Hear me I'm crying out I'm ready now"
Somebody help me, somebody listen.

Somebody help me I'm beaten and worn.
Mama comforts me as I lay here, withered and torn.


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