| Face Of A Stranger Behind every corner are traces of danger Behind every corner, lies the face of a stranger. You try and take back whats already been sold. Alone and afraid with just a cigarette to hold, Such a shame to be forty at fourteen years old... Knotches on his bedposts, As you hang your head in shame. You feel it is you, and yourself you will blame! A child of the times, yes thats what you are! Everyone knows that he's gone too far. Disguising the wounds, bearing the scar. But the Lord is with you, he will show you the way. Forgive yourself child, For it is he that will pay! Your soul is not yours, you need to let go, Give yourself room...Let your spirit grow! Behind every corner are traces of danger, Behind every pain lies the face of a stranger... Virginia (Lori) Rippey |
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