Hear Me Cry
Before I die
Hear me cry
Sometimes it seems
He knows my needs
At times it feels
Like this is real
Most times at night
He's out of sight
During the day
The same way
With each new lie
I die inside
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2008
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