The Middle Born
The Middle Born
By: Tyner Twine
Shaking hands, pains unexplained,
I struggle forward without regret
my body and soul betrays me instead
The Shadow casts its veil; I can't be free
And I became a child once again before Thee
Every skip and beat of this heart in pain
And every pang of anxiety
Leaves me in the mercy of the unseen Deity
Leaves me vulnerable, oh so vulnerable
To keep reliving this past as the child, so pure and gullible
Born second of the three,
Born to be a wild spirit, born to be free
Heart so freely giving, this dreadful side of me
Desperate to be loved, the blasted blinded innocence
Betrayed by blood and lover and friends
And I became, at the end, nothing but dead.
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