Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Anchor of Hope

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Oh beauty became my name
Thy bright light upon my fame
Unbeknownst, was a secret game
This knowledge of self, i did tame

Like a handout, my heart i gave
Crushing barriers, my way i pave
Left now my body amidst the grave
No thoughts ever my legs to shave

How handsome that day he stood
Sweeping me far from my mood
Behold i gave all, my womanhood
What a shame, he just was no good

Oh heavens, to you i had to tear
every night and day my grief i wear
packages of joy i have in stern fear
they will always remain my dear

My heart calls to your world of pain
i cannot assure your will assured gain
Willing to get hands painted in stain
you definitely will have enough grain

hear me oh lost soul with hope
i call to thee to learn to cope
from my grave i offer thee scope
To see the world beyond each rope.

anchor of hope

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