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Lindsay Nov 2014
There's a palace on a hill
women don't cry
men don't ****
The sky is always blue
the sun is always bright
fear can never enter
not even at night

The wind sings inspiration
the crystal rain brings peace
The white clouds bring comfort
as they travel in the breeze
No heart has ever broken
no eye has ever wept
No finger has pointed blame-fully
no father has ever left

The trees are our protectors
flowers are our friends
We live everyday without sadness
for no good thing ever ends
And as we dance into the courts
run throughout the fields
We deeply treasure the place we call home
the palace on a hill
By Lindsay Johnson
Lindsay Nov 2014
I've never heard a voice speak so weak
yet still puncture my ear.
I've never heard a single word spoken
that enchanted my darkest fear.
hell-fire struck me deep like a dart
as if anacondas were suffocating my heart.
My body turned cold.
as I tried to fathom what I've been told  
horror and regret eat my living flesh whole.
Question after question contradict in my soul.
Acid tears scold my eyes;
reactant to a mind
that is overwhelmed and flooding with doubt.
My anguished internal spirit cries out
  Why…
Why?
Why would he abandon his family like that?
How could he leave us so soon?
What were the thoughts damning his mind
when the gun to his own head, he drew.
By Lindsay Johnson

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