~ Ripped ~
Raped, Ripped, Robbed,
Witnessing the powers of the devil alive,
Raped, Ripped, Robbed
feeling your soul die
as you mourn and cry
to say good-bye to a life
that you long to escape,
Raped, Ripped, Robbed,
I often ask myself and wonder why,
we cannot find a way to compromise?
Keeping our eyes open to what
cannot be denied, about the sins
that stand before our lives,
Raped, Ripped, Robbed,
I often ask myself and wonder why,
we cannot find a way
to compromise?
Why can't we come to realize
the powers of love in our lives,
Raped, Ripped, Robbed,
I often ask myself and wonder why?
Raped, Ripped, Robbed!
About the Creator
Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
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