The Blood Still Flows
What god is this god,
That treats me this way,
This dark heart that wishes,
That I’d just runaway,
I’ve been treated like dirt,
But the blood is still flowing,
I’ve got the knife in my hand,
I have to keep going!
I’ve seen the hell that is home,
And rivers with blood,
I’ve seen the soulfully sad eyes,
Of that women that cries,
The tears still ride the faces of man,
The women and children,
Still crying and ran,
This home is hell,
And I’ve seen it all now.
Like I’ve said before,
The blood is still flowing,
For everybody else,
But I’m stuck here alone,
Time has stopped for me,
I’ll never die,
I’ll always cry,
Let lightning strike me a thousand times over,
I can’t hurt anymore,
The blood is still flowing,
But mine’s stopped cold.
Copyright © Rae Stegall | Year Posted 2007
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