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| If I can crawl from hell
Waiting at the edge for her to come Black talons and shadows and storms Of misunderstanding, misanthropies Mis handled diseased emotions Peering into the darkness and murk Of a mind on the edge of itself Whispering calm calm calm down And come into the still waters These wings that once chained me To my brittle fragile self Have now taken flight and my soul Is lighter and the waters clearer And the remission of this hell Has given way to some respite I do not fear hope like I once did Or strangle faith to its very core I give it wings and let it swirl thoughts Of what could be, what might be And let it take form and flight of fancy For I have been at the bottom of faith And stood on the edge of hope�s failures And if I can crawl from hell Then surely I can do this |