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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.06.06.30.5316]] |
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I peer upward through the mist Surrounding this deep place, where Tortured souls surround me, smudging My skin and polluting my heart From above I hear a siren's song Sweet, pure, unmistakably clear Mired in this place I cannot rise So I listen, groping for the answer The song continues, does she not Rest that lovely voice for a moment I cover my ears to void the music That I may remain in this place of my choosing All around me I hear the screams of those Who would try to obscure the song Yet I hear it, inside me, lifting Jerking me from the mire and raising my spirit Up into the light I am reborn I feel the warmth, the sun, the Life to be had for the snatching The hope for all who will listen I do not belong with those others Those who have abandoned hope By will or by miracle I will heed The siren song of love, and hope Thank you for singing to me |