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My Place
by
Krystal Jackson
I'm in the hole again
Trying to fight it out
I can't find the light
I have my great big doubts
I'm in the black deep sea
I can't find the shore
I've lost myself in the water
My breath is getting short
I'm behind the closet door
I'm locked in with a key
They've locked me up again
Why can't they let me be free?
They took away my freedom
They gave me all this pain
You'll find me in the meadow
Where I'll be slain
I will find that place someday
I'll walk with my bare feet
No shoes, No socks, No sandals
Where friends and family can meet
That grass will go right through my skin
It will become a part of me
A part of my mind, my heart, my soul
A part that They won't let be
So I ask you now, HELP ME!
I need to get out of here
If you can't help me then help the others
I can hear the pleading near.
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