The Shame

Some stories ring so true, a reality hitting deep

Some stories ring so true, putting life in perspective

She knew what she would encounter

Knowing what was to come

Knowing the past would catch up to her

Her heart was nearly hard by the lust inside

Alone and on borrowed time

Bound by guilt, she was bound by guilt

Alone and on borrowed time

This tormented soul, shunned by so many

Her eyes became dry from having no where else to run

She had only one thing left to hold onto, the only one who really cares

Someone who cares, who really cares

What can I measure to be when I ignore those who are oppressed and mistreated?

What can I measure to be, ignoring all that's meant for me?

I was once like her

The wrongs she had written would be erased and forgotten

His love was for sure and she knew this for sure