Kelly Zion

(11/27/1994)

The Feather Of My Soul


Baby, before I found you I was a puzzle broke
trying to survive my hope
in this cruel world
I had God and a smile
and a whisper suicide
but without you I don't know how
I could've survived this far in life
when I was little the white figures
would follow in the trees
and now I know they were angels
watching out for me
but for some reason I don't see them
maybe I grew up
or maybe your my angel
Baby, and my love
Baby, I'd take your place any day
I'd die so you could survive another day
but I know you want me here
fighting to get them saved
because I have a purpose
to love and make a difference
and you've shown me another world and family
I'll fight for while I have breath
until I float away,
Oh Baby, that's my goal
so keep me soft and sweet;
the feather of my soul.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 22, 2014

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