August 11, 2007

A Prayer from the Dying

Slit my wrists and hope to die
Wipe the tears that sting my eyes
Wash away the hurt and shame
Remove the chains that left me lame

Take a step and then one more
Past the threshold, through the door
That leads me to the other side
Where I no longer need to hide

Free from sorrow, free from pain
Free to start my life again
Free my spirit, free my soul
Allow me to once again feel whole

Past the darkness into the light
Let there be day where once was night
Lift the veil that shrouds my face
And lead me to a better place

A place of laughter a place of charm
A place I know cannot bring harm
A place where I can rest my head
And lay amongst the other dead

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