Treasure Island

Leila Hadi


Ruins


How can I define to you in a rhyme
My pain, melodically, nurtured with time

How can I make anyone feel what I feel
When all I know are lies, how can I make this real

Let me bring you down with me
As we walk through the fires, tell me what you see

Let me throw you to the lions blindfolded
Stand your ground, see how long you can hold it

Give me 18 years to destroy your worth
I'll be in your brain til you regret your birth

Let me sully all that surrounds you
You'll thank God for the worst you've been through

Cause only when you have to hide like I hid
Will you be able to know pain like I did

Submitted: Sunday, March 10, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 04, 2014
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