I closed my eyes and prayed that I could
make it
Even though I was scared I just wanted to be at peace
I wanted to run away from the bad of everything
I was so torn down I couldn?t see my own face
All I could see in the mirror was a faulty disguise upon my face.
It was as if I had put on a mask to try to trick myself but everyone could still see how I felt.
The outward agony pulsated within my veins and I knew that I could not go on until I left my mask behind.
. I returned the empty frail body devoured by hatred and grief and stepped out on my own two feet
I may have been scared and my wounds had slowly healed but I was brand new and I felt so real.
Even though I gave back the wrong side of right its still hard I still have to fight I have to fight for my will power to stand on solid ground and not let the wrong side of right knock me to rock bottom and bury me deep beneath the ground
The wrong side of right is exactly what went wrong, The wrong side of right doesn?t want me to carry on,
But I?m taking the steps to be on the right side but somehow I always backslide or fall a step behind
. I want to be on the right side where I know I?m not wasting my time
Where I know that love is not a storybook rhyme
The wrong side of right is where we have all been
when I get on the right side of right I hope to invite you in .
I?m in the middle of a long road but I?m not drivin I?m walkin
so I can take it all in real slow . What can I teach you about the wrong side of right
and how to let go of its clasp so tight,
well you have to let go and have faith in what the right side of wrong can do.
Written by Lesli Blackwell
((I found this going thru some old files,
it is worded by one of my dearest & closest friends, of near five years.
Just thought some of you may like it. Looking back,
hind site, or Karma is clairvoyantly showing me things; like how blind, ignorant & compassion less so easy it is to be toward the others closest near me))
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