what once was mine

October 18, 2017

There comes a time to just say stop
There are some things that can’t be bought
Simple tasks can gain a lot
Finding things that once were lost
Little dolls with porcelain skin
Puppets that cannot defend
One with glass and one with strings
Suspended from the smallest things
Foreign hands that don’t belong
Trusted promises that don’t last long
Moving on we tear the veil
Shaking down and raising hell
Moving forward, not glancing behind
Taking back what once was mine

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