I was born to be a writer
To show the world who I am
I was born to tell a story
And one you'd understand
I was born to let it out
The secrets within
A story never told
The depths of our sins
I was born to see it all
The lies and truth abound
Waiting in darkness
Never to be found
I was born to tell a truth
One we often forget
That we are not different
From those who don't "fit"
I was born. I was born.
As we all seem to be
Each with a purpose
That will set us free.
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Author:
Merissa (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2021 12:56
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Bravo!!! Great writing. You got it, Merissa!
Very good write Merissa and as Fred has said "you got it".
Andy
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