Friday, April 22, 2011

Skin

I don't often like the skin I'm in
the skin that's ugly and so thin
The wounds I wear with foolish pride
the me that hides the me inside

Inside there is a better me
the me that I was made to be
The me who waits with patient grace
with quiet smile in secret place
He's buried deep that better me
but one bright day I will be
Free

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