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Risen from the ashes,
Of frayed and withered sands,
Your soul reached out for reason
With cold and needy hands.
But few were there to meet you,
When the ground split wide apart,
And one just missed a whisper
From your empty, wanton heart.
I could not see your cool blue eyes
Through dreary summer's rain,
You were something different then,
From whence the demon came.
A shaky breath alerted me,
To your feeble, fragile state,
Unshed tears clearly telling me
That I had gotten there too late.
By earth and dirty grave,
I stand now quite alone,
But my head is strong and tall,
Jesus please take me home.
"Oh Jesus Save Me"
And Set Me Free"
Written By
~Sin*ful~
a.k.a.
"MeloDe"
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