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Sunday, 1 December 2013

FOR THIS I PRAY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


For This I Pray

By Fiona Cummings

The pain inside

I just can’t hide

Once again

You have been taken from me

Chipping at the cube

Blocking up the tube

Slamming the door

Spilling grit on the floor

Spitting venom

Burning to my core

Blades of ice

Shaving through thinning skin

Rubbing on my wounds

Hard dry rice

Tearing my heart

From deep within

We have to part

You have your start

I have my ending

No money left

Forget spending

For what is my wealth

If I don’t have good health

And where is my health

In the fire of hell

Looking down an everlasting well

Goodbye sweetheart

I just can’t see us part

So I must go on my way

To find my peace

For this I pray

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