Will You?
The sucking sound
Slams me to the ground
I can�t get up � out of this mess
Embracing the ground for a little rest
My body begs for peace
Yet that�s the thing I want the least
When the mind begins to wander
I stand and begin to saunter
Those memories attack my soul
And bring me down so damned low
That I cannot breathe
And it makes all the angels want to leave
I can�t go back to that place
To look my demons in the face
I won�t do it so I begin to run
Desperately searching for someone
I need someone to lean on
Someone who knows where I�m coming from
Someone who will hold my hand
Someone who will understand
Can you be that person?
Can I count on you to lean on?
Can I tell you everything?
And depend on you freely?
Will you love me no matter what?
Will you help me push my luck?
Will you be there to chase the demons away?
Will you hold my hand as the angels come my way?
- Joeann L. Hunter 5/5/01
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