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It Was Only Me 
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I was brought up in a family that had so very little, except love, honor, pride, and respect.  We were moving constantly, but at the same time, I was always looking for that something special that I hadn't seen or experienced.

At the age of fifteen, I ventured into the real world, only to have destiny place me in a far away land where it was kill or be killed.  And, the very things I so detested as a child, hate and the desire to inflict pain on another, became my reality.

The future also had its destiny, for my heart would be replenished and the love and laughter I thought to have been lost, would come again.  The pains and memories are still there, lurking deep within to always remind me of the past.  But, with God's help, I shall hold them at bay. 

 
Excerpt:  It Was Only Me

Is it really that I am here, 

Or is it only the wind I hear?

The flowers so beautiful, the grass so green,

Am I really here, or is it a dream?

The ones I love, all gathered around,

Am I still standing or buried in the ground?

This dream I'm living, reality or not,

So stirs my soul, the one I thought to have forgot.

Maybe it's real and I'm not alone,

Maybe it's true, I really am at home.

And, maybe it's true they do still care,

If so my Lord, I'm surely staying here.