Survived the Tornado but broke a wing!
It is hard to crawl to do my own thing! !
Some wait to loot me, some drop tears!
A target of injustice but living without fears! !
Didn't want wealth but experience I asked for!
God listened to me and brought to my door! !
Knowing God is the best you can have!
God lives with children, weak and handicap! !
Been through hardship where you didn't go before!
And space is my God! My shelter! My corridor! !
You can hurt me more but I am a pain proof soul!
Digested pains and I don't scream, I don't howl! !
More I helped more you hurt me to control Me!
Over my dead body, you want to be happy! !
Those who gone forever also had similar injury!
I am preparing to meet them to tell, I am so sorry! !
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