A Cleansing


Drops run down the window pane,
Washing all the dirt away.
Rain streams down my face and neck,
Mixing with my tears.

How could things have gone so wrong?
I didn't know the truth.
How could you hide this from me
And shatter my very world.

All the pain that I have felt
Is leaving with these tears.
I wish that I could be a bird
To fly away from here.

God, please help me make it through.
Give me the strength to fight.
I need your grace so I may know
Exactly what I must do.

**For my mom, and anyone, who has been through
more than any person should.

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