Funny how they say home is where the heart is,
‘cause when I think of love my mind never grazes the thought of this.
My house is a shell casing,
Left behind after the treacherous murder of our kindred souls,
Devoid of the gunpowder necessary to ignite the flame that can forge our allegiance to each other once again.
My house is full of sarcastic glares, shrugged shoulders, and nonchalant phrases.
No encouragement, no support, no hope.
My house has never been home.
My childhood was not merry, my adolescence actually quite scary,
Parents fail to realize they’re not only there to conceive,
All children need is someone to believe.
Guess it’s true that you have to learn to stand on your own two feet,
‘cause if you don’t, you’re only asking for defeat.
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U don't stand alone. U stand with God. Only He can u depend on...ultimately. Look to no man, only the Father.
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