For Kelly
Trying too hard to grow up,
Leaving behind so much,
Cold eyes hide those of gold,
So young, and yet still so old.
She's broken and winded,
I'm praying hard
For her soul, locked behind bars.
Please, let her see you,
And find what was ours,
Lord, save the souls behind bars.
Save her soul behind bars.
Wishing so much for nothing,
Trying too hard to be cold,
Shutting out all those who love her,
Refusing the hands to hold.
Somehow her mind seems to haunt her,
She sleeps, but she tosses and turns.
What kind of a life is worth living,
When all you do is burn?
She's broken and winded,
I'm praying hard
For her soul, locked behind bars.
Please, let her see you,
And find what was ours,
Lord, save the souls behind bars.
Save her soul behind bars.
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Fragments
Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
