TITLE: A Cry from the Rubble (re-edit of No title yet)
By Michelle Earl
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I canít go the extra mile
Donít even want to smile
Where is it that Iím going?
Whatís that bag Iím towing?
Towing it every where I go
Itís not for show
I canít even turn around
To see what Iím dragging on the ground.
Days filled with loss of self confidence
Doing the ďtry thisĒ dance
Emotional or numb, you pick the emotion that moment.
Leaves me with no more strength and no more comments.
My life seems like itís in a bubble
Littered with a bunch of rubble
So what am I to do?
Lord, I need you.
You who are the first and last
You know my future and my past
You know my sin and my ways
Help me please; Help me thorugh this painful phase.
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