I feel like i've destroyed a life
A life that was meant to be strong
I feel my hands upon a knife
I feel i do not belong
Is there a day i don't wish for freedom?
Away from the terror and destruction of living
I hope i'll reside in God's kingdom
Where people are kind and gentle and giving
I wish i could regain the friends i've lost
Especially Juanita, my heart and soul.
For her soul is not lost but weary
So i had hoped there was room for joy in her heart
If i do not self-destruct and fly away
I will try to push out the bad from her life
This young woman deserves so much
Yet so much has been taken from her life
One day perhaps several years from now
A soul even gentler than she
Will love her like the wind doth blow
And at last her soul will be free....
