How

I was a broken down machine 
Couldn’t even cleary think
Needed a man to tell me who to be 
I was in one of my lowest phases
Falling in and out of drunken hazes
Desperately needed a savin’

How do you walk?
When your legs are bound down?
How do you breath?
When you’re afraid you’re gonna drown?
Ok baby, I need you now 

And How did you walk?
Directly into my life?
And how can you stay?
Through all of this strife?
Oh baby, I was afraid
That you’d walk away
But you stayed
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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March 7, 2019 at 8:28 PM
Hi Paige, hopefully you got out of this “Dark Space,” in your life, otherwise what’s life worth. You deserve better, give peace a chance. Good write! Ken Jordan
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