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Rocky Soil

Close your eyes, don't look at me Don't try to solve my mystery Don't wait up, just go to sleep Don't waste your tears, don't weep I used to think my return was inevitable Now, it seems all too impossible You hope & wish & pray my restoration Doing so with love and frustration On rocky soil, I was planted Soaking up the truth like it was all I wanted But deep into the battle, when worse came to worst, "Surrender" was the thought that came to me first I used to think, on fine soil, I fell Back in the day when I was doing so well He said that rocks were emotions that can be broken in pieces Tough to tear down, but in time the boulders decreases But it's too late, I'm the seed that fell down On the rocky soil, I'm buried deep in the ground The hurt keeps me still, there's no room for crawling As I lay here motionless, the rocks keep on falling

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 11/30/2008 8:03:00 PM
Finely expressed, Mel. I thrive on the thought that it's not over till it's over. Think about it, and don't give up.
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