Divine Intervention
I need a saint to cure my pains
Bring me back to youthful claims
Someone whose devoted their life
Lived through pain, loss or strife
One who understands my woes
Can relate to me, is not my foe
Has lived and lost and forged ahead
Never gave up and laid in bed
Experienced the darkness and the shame
When the body has faults there is no blame
We're no longer super human,untouched
When the body gives, little things are a must
Fighting thru pain knowing someone that's shared
Makes it much easier, without judgement or stares.
Copyright © Hidden Sister | Year Posted 2013
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