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Tonya Seay

A Cry For Help

You were my best friend, and I saw your pain then, so full of sorrow you thought life was based on sin. You told me things you never told anyone else to keep in my heart…I never knew in the end we'd be so far apart.

When she left you, I stood by your side. You told me how she cheated and how she lied. He betrayed your trust; he was your best friend. He was supposed to be there for you in the end. Then, for awhile, you held your head tall…who ever guessed one day you would fall.

When you told me you loved me, I thought your life was full of joy. Your eyes shined bright like you had a new toy. We shared moments no one ever knew. You shed tears and told me how you were blue. I guess your soul was too torn to share in the love. Instead of my arms, you're in God's above.

I'll always love you, and I'll never let go, You'll be in my heart like a bright shining glow. So fly high, Brave One, free as a bird. I'll never let anyone say a harsh word. Be at rest, my love, this promise I'll keep—I know the truth and how you were hurting so deep. I understood how you felt, because I was once there…that no one loved you and no one cared. By the time I met you, too many years had gone by. You just didn't have any more strength to try. But when you left, you finally knew you belonged. You had a family, accepted, you were no longer wrong.

I'll always cherish the time we had, and I'll try my best never to be sad. Adam, your cry for help was finally heard, but now it's too late. Your soul's at peace, no more pain, no more fear, no more hate.

Copyright © 2002 by Tonya Seay. All rights reserved.

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