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[bodytext] => She had some trouble with herself. No matter what she did she couldn't help herself. She's grow cold. God showed her how to cry. No one seems to know, don't seem to care, what her heart is for. But no one knows her anymore. That’s what’s going on, And nothings fine. She's now all out of faith. She lies shamed and blamed for the red stain on the bathroom floor. Illusion changed the image in her mind. The fortune wasn't right, She was out of luck. She wants to be loved, She wants to be noticed, She's tired of being so insecure, She's tired of being the different one. She should have just went into the holy light, To see just what was there. The pain crawls beneath her veins, So she is able to bare it. There’s just so many things that she can't touch, That that touch her. Out of reach, she looks to the closed sky. The lightning in her eyes hide the rain inside. Then God gave her a man to adore. He was wide awake and saw her perfect sky was torn. He's always there to help her up. And no matter how many times he saves her, she still needs more. Out in the pouring rain, she sits there waiting. Her eyes never seem to run dry. He looks for the girl with the broken heart. He knocked down the walls that where forbidding her to love. He tapped on her heart and she let him in. He made her feel beautiful. Nothing matters any more when he's at her door. The worms eating at her stomach turned to butterflies. He found where she hides. He heard the words that make her feel so alone. His gentle eyes changed her gray, sewn shut sky's And ripped opened the seams to a world of sunshine. He knew all of the things that scared her. That brave man brought her to life, And he showed her that it was ok to cry. He saw something real. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 43 [informant] => EvaLastingRose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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