
I told my story to the empty streets of London
While the stars stood witness to my pain
The day I witnessed Heaven burning
Leaving me with no way home
I fell to earth before the flames could reach me
My story told before I reached this realm
With so little truth to tell
Yes, my wings are less than white
Because my tongue, I could not hold
For speaking out against the Mighty One
Now they are singed beyond repair
I cannot go home without His help
Sorry is the hardest word, it burns my throat
I must find a different way
to find my rightful place among the stars
Leave the empty streets of London
To their own way of sinning…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Amazing and powerful! Love it!
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Thank you, Jan… 🙏🏻💕
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Woah, there’s a cascading depth to this🥺
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Thank you, Jude…means a lot!
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My pleasure 🌼
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