The Middle Born

The Middle Born By: Tyner Twine Shaking hands, pains unexplained, I struggle forward without regret my body and soul betrays me instead The Shadow casts its veil; I can't be free And I became a child once again before Thee Every skip and beat of this heart in pain And every pang of anxiety Leaves me in the mercy of the unseen Deity Leaves me vulnerable, oh so vulnerable To keep reliving this past as the child, so pure and gullible Born second of the three, Born to be a wild spirit, born to be free Heart so freely giving, this dreadful side of me Desperate to be loved, the blasted blinded innocence Betrayed by blood and lover and friends And I became, at the end, nothing but dead.