Alone she walks, finding her place among the streets. Alone she walks on poisoned feet. The pain in her heart won't go away. She stands on a bridge and looks down into the water and she cries. A little piece dies. She can't escape the demons that have her. Will she awaken in a pool of her own blood? Will she escape to the One who is Love?
I watch her from afar and say a silent prayer for her. I see her scars as she walks away and-- for a moment--I am stirred. She won't take my hand. She can't remember the One she used to love. The One who shines down Light from Above.
Help her through this! She blasphemes you now with the shake of her fist. She can't grasp just who You are. She can't grasp just who she is. Her mind is a locked gate, like her heart. But I have faith! You have done greater things! She will come crawling to You on scabby knees. The Love from Above.
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