Clock On the Wall
The clock still ticks on the living room wall
It’s dark feelings I recall
Death somehow changed it all
I no longer feel it is my fault
I learn to let go of pain and grief
Stop asking why this happen to me
I never will really understand
How evil resides in a god fearing man
Fate has led me down many a road
Something pushing and pulling me along
But I believe after all these years
That the scars will remain inside me sealed
A stamp on my soul for which I know
God himself sheds some tears
I am not as forgiving as he
For many demons had hunted me
I somehow feel there is someone else
I can help as I have myself.
Copyright © Lenita Auvenshine | Year Posted 2012
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