Midnight Rose

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I heard your soul
Crying out to me
Crying out to be saved
Saved from a prison
Prison of a loveless union
You had been downed and degraded
You had been used and abused
Cheated upon and forgotten
But still you remain
staying, by chance, for love
Perhaps, remaining in fear
Maybe, just to do the right thing
Youe soul cried out to me
In the crisp Autum air
You seemed to me a flower
A gentle fragile rose
Within the midnight hour
Not knowing which way to go

God speed on you journey

L. R. Ford

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