I Am
I'm the blade that cut off your wings
I'm the reason you lost your faith
I'm the demon where the pope lives
I'm the place that your afraid is safe
I'm the hell that you never went through
I'm the threads to a mouth sowed shut
I'm the hope that you rely on
I'm the legs that run out your luck
I'm every stitch and every staple
From the broken heart you won't pick up
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2012
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