I always tried to be the solid rock,
the sponge absorbing tears of others pain.
The safety of a ship moored at its’ dock,
receiving all the blows of hurt and bane.
I thrive on giving all my heart can spare,
my shoulder is an open place to rest.
I lend an ear whenever life’s unfair,
I give my all; at least I try my best.
There comes a time when even I must cry.
I turn around and there’s no place to go,
there is no one that can identify,
with all the hurt and all the things I know.
So hear my prayer Almighty God above,
send me an angel that can spare some love.


























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