Right Here, I Stay

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This rock holds a blessing

This rock holds a lie,


It may not be ideal

But it's my entire life.


I wrote my worry

I wrote my pain,


I left it there, 

but I never saw it again.


He, the Lord Almighty,

He took it from me


I was told that I was His beloved child,

I was told that I was loved


I was told I was a blessing

I was told I am a dove.


I counted my fingers until life told me to stop–

I was on a boat,

it started to rock.


I sold my sins

I sold my pain


But my skin was only held with pins

when I realized I was doomed,

because I was sure

that I was that damn rock.

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