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Unforsaken

Shoved on the stone cold floor Thrown into a hard wood door Slapped in the face And given no grace Strangled by his hands at the throat As he smiles and begins to gloat Blood and tears stream down As he runs off to town Huddled in the deep dark corner Stone faced like a mourner Locked up and can't get away Suffering inside each night and day You haven't got a clue Of what you're gonna do You bang on the door And stomp on the floor You scream outloud but no one hears Cold and afraid your eyes fill with tears Despiration fills the soul As pain and suffering takes their toll You spy a knife hung on the wall And decide right there to end it all In your last breath of utter despair You ask God why He was not there Hope and life fade away But God really was there that day Moments later a voice calls out Wondering what the noise was all about Help bursts through the door To find she is no more She gave up to soon And fell to her doom God is always there And he really does care He will never leave you Nor forsake you

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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