I stand in a place that I've been once before,
A garden of sadness that's watered with tears,
A plot in the earth where I made an exchange:
I buried my hopes and gave birth to my fears
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My hope that my prayers and petitions went through;
That life could be spared, that death could be stopped.
My fears that my pleadings would each go unheard,
That living the way that I knew would be dropped.
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By stating I've been here one time in the past
I meant that I come here each day of my life
My heart comes and walks on this pathway of grief
To sort through the tangles of innermost strife
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My feelings are locked behind concrete and steel:
I come to allow my mind freedom to think
Some thoughts that are friv'lous more often than not,
Can lift spirits high, then cause them to sink.
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And try as I might, I'm unwilling to start
Forgiving the treasures that from me death stole.
That hole in the ground is a hole in my heart,
A place where I buried a part of my soul.
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The trip of a thousand miles starts with one step
My trip from this place, though I'm trapped in a maze
Will slowly and surely begin over time
God helping, "Please help me! And straighten my ways."
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by David C Rogers