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Brenda Chiri

Abstract

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Brenda Chiri

Abstract

Constant Rain

Constant Rain

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I thought myself to be  lost 

Searched, couldn't find my way

All the many years it had cost

Wasted words others did say


I thought I lost my very soul 

Soulless no way one could live

It's not what made me whole

Didn't have in my heart to give


To be whole I needed no one

I had to find it within my being

When I thought myself done

See it wasn't what I was seeing


Was my essence that had hid

It couldn't handle all the pain

Didn't know where my faith slid

Being blinded by constant rain


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