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~ The Meaning Of Rescue ~ |
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Now
that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed, All
nicely tucked in my warm new bed, I'd
like to open my baggage, Lest
I forget, There
is so much to carry, So
much to regret. Hmmm…Yes,
there it is, right on the top, Let's
unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss, And
there by my bed hides Fear and Shame. As
I look on these things I wish I'd not brought, I
still have to unpack my baggage called Pain. I
loved them, the others, the ones who left me, But
I wasn't good enough – for they didn't want me. Will
you add to my baggage? Will
you help me unpack? Or
will you just look at my things, And
take me right back? Do
you have the time to help me unpack? To
put away my baggage, to never repack? I
pray that you do – I'm so tired you see, But
I do come with baggage, Will you still want me? |