You have shed tears that rock your soul
You have been hopeless and in despair.
You have hit the bottom and
You have been certain that there is no one who cares.
Your heart has been a rock.
Your soul a prune.
You have spoken out in the deep night and asked God why.
And when something went right
you felt surely now you would die
and you cried
your stoic wall falling down
at the sweet, soft caress
of a kind voice.
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