Born Again
I'm a silly little female born with a gift
Place together like a riddle
A hard one to understand
Even harder to love.
I'm like that dark grieving angel that fell
From above tumble over
In roses of red
Trials of tears 'I am curse to follow upon
This earthly breads
I walk the path's of others
While dreaming about the other..
Weeping inside
I cover myself
His voice calls my name..
Through the echoes of shame..
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