Restored
Once faced with propositions I would rather not have done
I left the place that kept me bound
The life I chose, at last, the right one
A broken soul, a broken heart I kept hidden for so long
Lost hope, no dreams
Within myself it felt so wrong
To finally leave the past behind a new life at last to make
I made unto myself a vow
No more harsh words will my ears listen
No more wounds will my heart take
Copyright © Alana Tye | Year Posted 2005
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