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Click hereRain beatin’ down on the tin roof
Runnin off into the bushes below
Watchin’ my breath steam away in the cold spring mornin’
The tears on my cheeks mimickin’ the rain outside
A pain in my heart so deep a million doctors could never mend
Shakin’ from the depths of my soul to the tips of my fingers
One more time I go to the edge
Takin’ my mind to the brink I stand and look out
One short step to oblivion; a million to salvation.
Ain’t that the way it’s always been?
I watch my tears fall over the edge into the mists,
Feel the sun on my back from the distance.
Leanin’ further over the edge to try and see out;
Obliteration seems so quiet and enveloping.
Hands reach out and hold me tenderly and sure:
If I chose I can break free and fall.
When I am finally able to turn ‘round
I can see the loving women I come from.
A hole in my heart a million doctors can never mend
A hole in my heart these women understand
A hole in my soul we can mend together.
grasping at being a woman...sisters in life..so very important..i see so much here....
velly
Had to think about this one.
And it's written in Texan, even!
Thank you, Mags
DDave