by Andrew Case

Created on: July 11, 2008

Deep inside she wants to cry,
But her insides are getting dry.
Every breath she makes feels like she's about to die
And every step she takes starts to become her last.
Every helping hand that swings her way she just lets it pass.
She has a man but he doesn't understand;
Maybe because she won't swallow her pride and share parts of her life.
I mean, How do you walk away from someone you always run to?

He begs and pleads while she drags through the dirt on her knees.
The thoughts she conceives grows indeed like her dying seed.
Mistaken for the pace she ran this race of life at high speeds.
Some friends are dead and gone, others might as well be erased,
Spat on chewed up and displaced.
But this face, carrying on a million stories filled with scars
Has seen it all, almost two decades and a couple of wars.
She trudges on carrying dead weight from her mom and
Dirties her palms from the torment of men here and gone.
She doesn't seek a place of rest to lay her head;
Dragging on, the body is getting cold but the spirits warm.
Her feet are bruised by the hurt and misuse of the path told to follow.
Not a broken heart but yet the vessels hollow...
I stand and stare from a distance and wonder why.
How a woman can seem so alive and yet choose to die?
I bottled up my tears just to save for when shes gone,
Because if anything this vision will teach me is to stay strong.
She just keeps on; the only thing left is a smile shining beyond the reach
of the Sun beyond the miles.
And amidst of almost everything I squint close along her back and I can see the shape of angels wings.
I pray deep down inside with her, all is well...
And hopefully God will give her Heaven for going through
Hell...

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