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The Courtyard
I cry out here in the courtyard Let strangers see my tears Why I scream and beat my breast These hours into years Wed to the side of evil And evil tossed aside Now I’m alone in the courtyard No mind or fear or pride Always the sad and lonely Others walking past Should have been first to notice hate Instead I was the last I lay out here in the courtyard No children at my side All of the years I prayed for mercy All of the years I tried Death to the side of evil Now evil has no breath I took all I could and took some more The knife I plunged instead A home can’t be made of hatred The grass it will not grow Seedlings will die upon the vines I speak of what I know Divorce seemed a casual observer Until evil descended the throne Took all I could for years on end But he could not take my home So I sit out here in the courtyard All the tears have turned to rust As I plant his evil in the ground I watch as it throws him up Is there no peace out here in the courtyard? To just let go of the pain The dreams of revenge cast me no solace Chained in the courtyard I remain
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