as i dance though the deadly cold <br />the lighting strikes the path beside me. <br />as if the lighting is walking with me i dance in a way no one could understand <br />the thunder sounds to the paths beat <br />as the strangers look at how i come and bypass them without a thought of kindness <br />my heart has began to grow <br />GROW cold and hard <br />my faith has grown weak <br />i don't look for my love for hes not coming for me and my haters. <br />im still unloved my life is hell <br />i don't see why im being treated this way. <br />when i seen a man he looked at me stopping me. <br />pulling me off my path. <br />for ever to never know why he did it. <br />but he loved me until his death it made me stand up and fight weather then dance to the thunders beat and the lightnings path i am a stray with my old beat and path just with more of a kick so close to my freedom ill soon have my new wings so i can fly to the heavens <br />and see me love one last time<br /><br />Lisa Bray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-we-dance-i-survive/
