A request

Bail me out of this prison
which I sometimes call a gift.
Bail me out of this prison
on which I depend for my bliss.

Save me from my feelings
for you are no longer here
Save me from my reasons
for waiting alone and bare.

Hold my hand and drop me
in an ocean so deep
that when I cry I sink further
with the burdens I choose to keep.

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A Gift

Somebody’s love somebody’s hate
Everything is sacred let it not go waste
Some things break  some things make
some things are real some things are fake
Everything is sacred let it not go waste
Open the heart for twists and turns
Open the heart for aches and burns
The world is abundant take what you can take

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