My Soul
Beneath my tattered
And hardened exterior
Lies a sensitive soul
A soul in desperate need
Of some redemption from
The trials of daily life
Consumed by my own hate
And self loathing I once
Again reached out to you
At your side by choice for
All too evermore pay homage
To
For shame shunned by he
Who by his own witness
Proclaimed his love
G.L. Buchanan
06/03/07
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