Is there any place that my soul can reside
there is none that I can see from here
I have fought for way too long
From my God, to my Kin, to my Love,
Isn’t there anyone that would stand up for me with out it being too much.
Too much, a label I have worn very clearly. Never wanted, but just happened.
This is no sulking attribute
I am found on my knees with an anger lit beneath me
an anger cloaked with grace
my defense is love
its hope that love wins
its hope that love is enough…
I have fought for this concept of love, I think its time for it to fight for me.
