Lost, by Lorena Bernhardt
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There is a mask on my face,
But no one can tell.
The truth it will erase,
And to my knees I fell.
What was meant to protect
Destroys it all.
Now I must let
My defenses fall.
To be born again
And come into this world blind,
Requires a friend
And a safe harbor to find.
So though I've been lost,
A companion I have found
To pick me up when the cost
Has made me hit the ground. |
Posted: 2010-06-03 02:42:03 UTC |
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