Healing Seed

Healing seed

We're all a victim of our past
Bent and molded in an iron cast
If we don't conform, we're shut up tight
Blocking light and the world from sight.

"Its for your good", he'd snarl and grin
Closing me up to repent my sin
A sin for what, only he will know
Why was I born, who let me grow?

Curled up tight and all alone
The cold seeps in, 'til it hits bone
My head is sore, my heart is dull
My soul becomes a soaring gull.

I leave the raging sea behind
Detaching myself to follow my mind
For days and days, I fly up high
Wishing to God that I could die.

All those years I fought in vain
For something other than hate and pain
He'll never know the damage done
With every punch so easily flung.

But I've freed myself from the clutches of hell
Breaking out of my childhood shell
I was not a curse or the devils own
Only seed that was wrongly sown.

I pray for all the children born
To this world so fierce and forlorn
That the love they get be pure and true
And they have the strength to see life through.

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