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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Family >> ID #1143273  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
My Cell
There is a heated warmth all around me...
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There is a heated warmth all around me
matching the warmth studded in my heart
blistering my eyes that I may not see
yet keeping me safe in my cell
away from the horrors of the outside
I've yet to meet Satan in this hell.

Oh voyage of mine be true to me
Let not my fear reach out to thee
and if it shall, more than ever be
like a savior to set me free.

There is a bitter coldness sinking in
and a darkness that grips at me
oh what redemption for my sin
my journey's started hard and fast
my blindness choking out the light
the finale of my being has come at last.

Oh God of mine be true to me
Let not my sins reach out to thee
and if they shall, more than ever be
like a savior to set me free.

I fear the dark and all it's spite
Demons waiting to leap at me
When will I see the light?
I'm scared of everything to come
the truth, the fate, the everlast
my heart as steady as a drum.

Oh heart of mine be true to me
Let not the darkness reach out to thee
and if it shall, more than ever be
like a savior to set me free.

The walls are closing in so tight
I cannot escape this place
but at last a splinter of pure white light
new noises and sounds meet my ears
I take a deep breath of that fresh air
I've never seen such glory in all my years.

Oh glory of mine be true to me
Let not the past reach out to thee
and if it shall, more than ever be
like a savior to set me free.

Strong hands lift me away from my cell
I cry and scream with all my might
oh please strong hands, please do tell
Will I live or will I die?
How will life treat me now?
Will my life come rushing by?

Oh life of mine be true to me
Let not death reach out to thee
and if it shall, more than ever be
like a savior to set me free.

I've escaped my cell dark and dreary
now free of the fear that had settled down
I open my eyes a little leary
Tell me good man, are you foe or brother?
The man sets me down in arms of lace
I look into the crying eyes of a happy mother.

Oh mother of mine be true to me
Let this child reach out to thee
and if it shant, more than ever be
like a savior to set it free.







What is this poem about?

Childbirth.
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