My heart breaks; my heart hurts,
How much more of this can I take?
On the praecipe I sit; watching, waiting for the wind to catch me
Take me over, throw me around, bash me to the cliffs.
End my suffering; my heart ache; my pain.
Free me from the emotions, the hate, and the loss.
Though I will not seek death, should it appear on my doorstep,
I will submit to it, like a good slave, and go willingly
For after all, do we not have a more powerful Master;
Than the one our Creator sends?
On bended knee, with head bowed,
I will submit to you, I will serve, I will succumb.
I will survive…..
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