These are my rocks.
Smooth and round,
Yet I'm still picking jagged stones.
I can see behind those rocks
As life eroded them
Day by day.

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You will find him there suspended in the soft jagged breath he took when they told him she went away.

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He's a lamp unto my feet
In the jagged and rocky road of life

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Jagged and afraid.
Hurt and pained.
I want to love without fear.
I want to trust without care.
Will I ever get there?!
Will I ever get there?

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