With Open Arms

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Sweet soul sister
'Pon summer's day in a sunny city in America
native-born is she, sweet sister of mine
Soulful big eyes so kind 
An angelic face and cheeks of fuchsia
Rose the name should’ve given
They’d turn red when we played chase
Laughing aloud as we ran about our place, our home
Radiance, she owned, a climbing hybrid
Innocence and a joyful smile
She was a stunning flower, unassuming
blooming in all her glory 
The beautiful child that I once knew
This I kept inside all the while
To some who grow up in a hurry 
A life took that turn tout de suite
Sociopathic metamorphosing
When the thorns grew prickly, protecting itself 
The crimson rose if plucked shall bleed
On a journey cataclysmic, tabula rasa 
A seed, ill-natured unforeseen  
Nature vs nurture which one should I believe?  
Chilling vibrations keep on and on, running down my spine
I try forgetting you, as I pray for a way 
Your unholy decline became the wind of change
Whilst an open path gifted unexpectedly
We spoke of the recent death of our father 
As we caught up, an abrupt feeling left me
deflecting my life; a total mockery
Transcending joy and pain
Time heals they say that grief will lessen
It’s such a shame I’ve chosen to hold aloof
Yet time won’t let me rest 
Although my heart bellows it’s best
My strength for this bereavement 
diminishing, what’s left of you a catacomb, 
a shrine buried in my subconscious
I try to put at ease these cries for help
Or are the cries Jesus telling me 
There is no real solution
You are one of a kind, an exception
You must want Jesus too 
Until then, with open arms
I will always be here for you
May you be safe, free from harm
Remember me, sweet soul sister of mine

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