And With My Soul, I Stand

A man of whom I weep to
Whom I harp to with my sorrow
I give without receiving
Then am handed back

Time after time and lie after lie
Have led me to believe in a path more dry
Of tears and screams, beatings and slings
But lord

The walking, talking, living proof
Miracles exist,

No hope for me at birth
The heart will not hold up
Damaged beyond repair
Too

PROOF OF WRONG

"The proof of the pudding

Is in the eating."

When digestion rebels

And regurgitation is

Involuntary.

The proof before life..
Is the beauth and labor of pregnancy.

The proof of life...
Take a moment to reflect...our breath.

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