Torn

Scarred and torn since the day
We were born, out of my pain
Is eternal gain, you need a habitation
From this situation, where peace
Once left let you take up
Residency, let it be currency
Worked, slaved, cutted and gutted,
By the weeds in the garden, heart
To harden, she took it, bit it, accepted it,
Shame and regret clicked in unison,
Dark came in and light faded out
Now hard is the yard I play in,
Difficult is the guilt that fills me
Up for I won’t give up on trying
To rest in you—

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