William F Glennon
The Wounded - Poem by William F Glennon
The tears in her eyes cannot hide what's broken inside.
Fear is pushing her to a dark place she just can't hide.
She can't find reasons to believe?
Her soul has given more than she has ever received.
The pain is a black river flowing through her heart.
Lost in a fog of denial that's tearing her apart..
What is the price for her pain and suffering?
To be alone in anguish and lose everything.
Maybe someday you'll open your heart.
Then maybe you can have a brand new start.
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