Long Ride

Long Ride

Walking in the shoes Of the abused Many miles to go Getting lost in the flow Wanting to hide No tears cried Unseen unheard Oh to fly like a bird To places unknown Without this aweful tone When will it end I just want to mend My angels my guides Are all by my sides...
No Voice

No Voice

No, is what I should have said. But I did it anyways, or I’d be dead. Why me, why me, could this even be. Doubt and fear scare the hell out of me. It happened many years ago. For some reason, it’s hard to let go. It was hidden deep within. Someone else’s evil sin. I...