You raise your hand
By repomen79
Against my precious angel fair. You bring her soul to sorrow there. coward, close and lock the door. Don't know what his hands are for. She's not a dog at you're command. You raise your hand. She was sent to be a comfort in the fullness of your years. Now she cowers in the bathroom fighting back her bitter tears. Damnation is much closer than you think. your foolishness has bought you to the brink. You're evil and your anger shall not stand. you raise your hand. there's a flower in the promise of a womans wedding day. That blooms by gentle touchs,In a warm and loving way. And the flower is called rapture. when the heart of man is true. That a gentle man will capture, to treasure his life through. Let her be the flower that her loving father planned there will be an accounting, you raise your hand God watch's and he's keeping track. Your evil heart will pay you back' You will not see the promise kept. you struck her though she begged and wept. Your courage shall be scattered sand. You raise your hand.Hold her close and tell her often Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 04:44 AM PST, Patric Patterson 0 • 1
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"Against my precious angel fair...."