Blood Of Shame
It
stains your clothes and the floor
The
blood of shame upon the wall
Her
body’s dead she’s not the same
She
took her life and no one’s there
She
asked for help her cries were deep
But
no one wanted her to live
She
spoke to God, she thought of him
But
pain inside was never dim
And
now she sleeps inside her bed
Her
face is restful and forget
Her
tears are red like bloody rose
And
it reminds us of the dose
The
does she took before the shot
The
shot that she has now forgot
Her
soul has moved we know not where
And
thoughts are gone with her somewhere
She’s
happy now she is with Him
He
guards her now she sits by Him
She
is not mad at Him at all
It
is much better here for her
But
she still thinks of past of life
And
it reminds her of the knife
The
knife that was inside her heart
It
made her bleed and made her mad
But
now it’s over she’s with Him…
It
stains your clothes and the floor
The
blood of shame upon the wall
by Stasey P
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