Through the eyes

I feel your heart in mine

A gentle knock on the closed gate

Demands a secret be seen

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But sometimes I feel so small

I raise my hand, jump high

Still can’t touch the sky

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I feel so small

I try to fight, toss behind

Still can’t reach the end

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I tell myself not to surrender

But the bullets drop like rain

I equip myself the warrior spirit

But they’re Kings from terrorist domain

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Can a story rewrite?

Can a secret be forgiven?

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Forgive me couldn’t explain

It’s a story I don’t know how to begin

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Forgive me didn’t tell the secret

It’s a secret I don’t even want to tell myself

Forgiveness

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Posted by:Annabel

Just a woman who writes her heart out, unapologetically……

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