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She found relief in a bottle
Call intoxication there she thought
To found a cure to all her sorrow
She tries to drown her soul
Deep down with every swallow
She took deep breaths of air
Every time she raises the bottle
To try to drink away the tears
That then follows with every drop
She fealt the burning pain
Of her memories brought out
Of past gone wrong rage and anger
Was born one day as far as she was?
Can remember she try to kll the past
With this bottle she forget there
Ever were such pain done on to her
For pure and true was her soul
Until that day she would die to
Live a life full of lies
Who is to say dead but alive
Who walks the streets in the dark?
With no chance to see the light
What is to become of this soul?
Wounded by mistrust naive and
Once trusting is now no more but
One more taken from the light into
The dark to be forever forgotten
She screams for help that never came
To dig her out from the grave she
Was put in against her will she lives
A life full of scares that will never heal
She finds the bottle is her only friend
Comfort in the sight of not knowing
And putting to sleep the past that hunts
Her to be forever walking wounded
That would be the rest of her life
For she would drink away her sorrows
And a past that follow
Copyright © Mirian Parrilla Garcia | Year Posted 2009
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