I bottled my pain to walk through the woods they chose,
Their laughter filled the skies, my tears captured within the dark clouds.
I could see my bruises bleed pleading for help
I could only hush them with the dirt.
Drenched and toiled I chose to smile,
None came to rescue, because it was my final path.
Bells rang across the woods, my heart sank a little more
I wished to enter the soil shrouded in white,
That would be the divine miracle of my Lord; I smiled with the thought of returning to my Lord.
Sensitive Soul 