Lie Down In The Pit

February 14, 2012
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You've fallen near the prickly thorns.
Gone out in thunderstorms.
The ones that happen to love you,
have not a single clue,
of the lies you've said when lying,
in your never-ending pit trying,
clawing with black nails crying,
it will never be done again.
But you're voice is unheard,
your love ones have blurred.
Now you lie in the pits,
only talking to a silent bird.
But it will fly, so very high,
when the well is dry.
Help him find his way,
so he can see the ray,
so he can see the day.

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