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Gods Little Follower

She’s a voice untouched, But still hurts as much. God takes her hand while alone she stands. She fights hard not to slip in the cracks. So many follow the wrong tracks. Good in this world can’t win, But were speaking of a virgins wombs. Tears are salty but gods cleanses her as he feels her pain. He only hopes she sees the gain that his way obtains. Gods little follower, Not accepted by a school trying to swallow her. She’s a voice untouched But still hurts as much. God takes her hand while alone she stands. Only she’s not alone. Gods little follower. Gods watching over her. Not only her but also everyone Even the non-followers. Set aside from the crowed She goes her own way. Livening his way day to day, Even when she hears what others say, It’s him she obeys And its him she will answer when she pays. Gods little follower, Not accepted by a school trying to swallow her. She’s a voice untouched But still hurts as much. God takes her hand while alone she stands. When the chose their titles She stands by. Inside she dies watching at homecoming from the sidelines crying to understand what her peers planed. Four years gone and here last she has yet to stand on the field with all her achievements in hand, not one title has been given that she hasn’t earned but she yurns for one that says she’s welcome as tears burn. Not accepted by a school trying to swallow her. She’s a voice untouched But still hurts as much. God takes her hand while alone she stands.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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