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Written by Warren De Mills, Form 3, Queen's Royal College   

Does anyone hear what I say?
It’s all from the inner swell in my heart
These words, your mind, like a board and dart
Piercing through hitting the bull's eye
Sharper than a needle but still a lil dull
And like tears in the desert, alone and dry.

Are you deaf?
Or just too blind to see
The truth behind the smile you see on me
I’m screaming, I’m crying but nothing seems to work
Quench the pain, quench the perpetually burning heat inside.

Nobody hears me it’s all bottled inside
About to blow me into pieces.
Overflowing jars of tears from bloodshot eyes
Raining down upon the land of clay,
Changeable, disposable, destructible land of clay.
Still no one hears like just another fish in the sea
No one understand the danger of these games I play.

Yes I’m being emotional, yes I’m confused
It’s about time I cut these ties loose
With ropes of mixed purple and red
They burn my wrists as the tie cuts deeper
It’s time to let go of these burdens for which I bled
It’s time to say goodbye pain, my old lost friend.

I’m trading you in for the pain on the cross
And stepping over the line of saved and lost
Eyes focused, wounds healed, ties cut,
No longer will I say then how and but
I trust you, I love you Jesus my only cavalry
Who died for me at Gethsemane.

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written by janelle , November 17, 2009

really gets me....this one it does....i understand it....its its its good.its very very good.



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