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Iron bars forever separate Me from the others who look the way I do They are not like me They live in places of light and warmth Where families sit together in Haphazard patterns they carelessly Wear for a single event Only mine had hardened into Intolerable ice Replayed nightly for the entertainment Of a lucky few Who enjoy the squirming misery of the weak Iron bars that hurt my fingers As I grip tightly the invisible lines that Keep me out of the bosom of social warmth That comes of joining in a circle of dance or Faith, a veritable club of belonging I cannot master because I cannot see The way to having faith Iron bars can suck that kind of faith from A person's heart so that even a person who Wonders about God can be fooled into Thinking that nothing has meaning or that People are not rainbows But they are -
FATHER In a box FORBittEN waits, She tries to calm her nervous shakes. Her Crucifix held tight in hand, She feels it's time to take a stand. Your acts have washed away her years, Denial has brought so many tears. She's learned to walked around quicksand, But doesn't know how longer that she can. Her skin still crawls about her flesh, You said secrets are better kept. Her Crucifix soon sweats in hand, She knows she has to take a stand. Would anyone believe her if she told, 'Cause you're so loved, so strong, so bold? She just can't take it anymore, So a barrel smiles toward your door. Is she the only one that you held, the only one that you held? Is she the only one that you told "Be still child" -
FAHER In a box FORBiEN waits, She tries to calm her nervous shakes. Her Crucifix held tight in hand, She feels it's time to take a stand. Your acts have washed away her years, Denial has brought so many tears. She's learned to walked around quicksand, But doesn't know how longer that she can. Her skin still crawls about her flesh, You said secrets are better kept. Her Crucifix soon sweats in hand, She knows she has to take a stand. Would anyone believe her if she told, 'Cause you're so loved, so strong, so bold? She just can't take it anymore, So a barrel smiles toward your door. Is she the only one that you held, the only one that you held? Is she the only one that you told "Be still child"
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Well said, Chesakat, for I have found That existence without love has no meaning...
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