Her foundation weakens
Everyday as life termites
Eat away, her world was
Once Beautiful a memory in
Time which keeps her sane
A playground full of kids
With sticky smiles and colored
Teeth, her childhood full of
Joy that is her sacred memory
When she became a teen she
Seem to misplace her virginity,
A victim of a crime it was labeled
A vicious robbery
Stained......
By the pain she endured
Through those men, seeding
A plant of hate now blossomed
Into a lesbian
At the age of seventeen a
Confession lost her a mother,
Discarded like the trash
Now her homes the streets
And gutters
For the next couple of
Years she used what was
Given to make a liven,
reuniting Herself with hate
A bond she viewed as something
Forbidden
Stained.....
By the pain she received from
Them lonely cold nights,
Faith was in her corner
so she knew she could win
This fight
At the age of twenty two she
Invested in a place of her own,
A room it wasn't much but
It was a place she could call
Home
Still her own employer now
At a greater level, prices, the
Settings Her standards she is
No longer fucking for pebbles
Her earnings nearly tripled
Still she is unsatisfied with
Life, a story told by tears
She fears of never becoming
A wife
Stained ....
By the pain that was held
Deep in her thoughts, she's
Gained much experience But
Still Bleeds from what she
has lost
Her beauty hidden by the mask
Made of her painful history,
Stained to her face so she's
Smothered in her misery,
Everyday she takes a step
On washing her stains away
Assisted by the one who
Answers when we pray
Stained!
Everyday as life termites
Eat away, her world was
Once Beautiful a memory in
Time which keeps her sane
A playground full of kids
With sticky smiles and colored
Teeth, her childhood full of
Joy that is her sacred memory
When she became a teen she
Seem to misplace her virginity,
A victim of a crime it was labeled
A vicious robbery
Stained......
By the pain she endured
Through those men, seeding
A plant of hate now blossomed
Into a lesbian
At the age of seventeen a
Confession lost her a mother,
Discarded like the trash
Now her homes the streets
And gutters
For the next couple of
Years she used what was
Given to make a liven,
reuniting Herself with hate
A bond she viewed as something
Forbidden
Stained.....
By the pain she received from
Them lonely cold nights,
Faith was in her corner
so she knew she could win
This fight
At the age of twenty two she
Invested in a place of her own,
A room it wasn't much but
It was a place she could call
Home
Still her own employer now
At a greater level, prices, the
Settings Her standards she is
No longer fucking for pebbles
Her earnings nearly tripled
Still she is unsatisfied with
Life, a story told by tears
She fears of never becoming
A wife
Stained ....
By the pain that was held
Deep in her thoughts, she's
Gained much experience But
Still Bleeds from what she
has lost
Her beauty hidden by the mask
Made of her painful history,
Stained to her face so she's
Smothered in her misery,
Everyday she takes a step
On washing her stains away
Assisted by the one who
Answers when we pray
Stained!
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