Marilyn Shepperson (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)
Dark Soul
I'll be there for you at evening
When the westering sun can wester no more
Or in the depths of darkest night
When the owl hoots in the wood
Or when the red sun is rising
But before it is above the hills
Yet I won't be there when it has risen
Or in the middle of the day
Nor in the warmth of afternoon
Lest the sun steal my life away
You can trust me with your body
You can trust me with your soul
But don't trust me with your sanity
Unless you're willing to ride with me
To and from gates of Hell
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Been there, lived it. I know exactly where this is coming from. Even tho I don't have a real dark soul, I know that those who left me to fend for myself at an early age, did. If I didn't have the audacity to be who I am, and the confidence to be that person, I would have certainly followed my tomentors to and from the gates of hell. I also echo Yoonoos too in what she said. A10+++++ and thank you for sharing this part of your soul.
Love &hugs,
Barbara