Standing on her deck she looks across the mountain toward the sea
She wonders if the pain will ever leave Love is strong, stronger than the crashing waves upon the shore It leaves her worn and battered bitter angry and forelorn They do not understand a monument of grief cannot be born It carries with it chains that pull her down wrapped around her ankles her flesh is bloodied with their scorn They cannot see the agony she has become Dressed in shades of purple, lavender and lace She stands against the storm with gentleness and grace Comments are closed.
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