Listening…
I hear the thunder of a thousand falling tears…
In the silence…
their voices echo in my ears…

You think I’m free but it always haunts my dreams
those chains that bound me all these years

Robbed of feeling
Never innocent again
Tiles peel themselves from the ceiling
Like the walls around my heart
This house I’ve built of pain
It’s finally coming apart

One piece at a time
I visit the open wound
Laying open and exposed
I fear finding truth

What if I see
Who I am really meant to be
And I don’t measure up
To me

copyright 2004 don jordan

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Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.