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To Defy Nurture & To Exceed Nature 17.10.13 She broke away from the physical And lived through her soul It was never going to be easy for you Kind & Brave Your mother went into labour Courageous & Compassionate With a black eye and two ribs bruised The Destroyer An adolescence continued With more bad news So many would have longed to crawl back into the womb With no standards of influence It's all lessons and lows Learning the hard way If she comes out alive Then she must be more alive than most Growing up Becomes a case Of how much can you take? When a parents words are packed with venom Which sees the spirit break Whatever saved her must have come from deep inside her mind For her physical mentors knew little of what it is to be kind With no standards of influence It's all lessons and lows Do you want to tell me a story? Do you want to spin me a lie? I know you And I can't see any truth in your eyes He smiles and pats me on the back But I can see the knife tied to his thigh His words are deep and exact But I have heard them a thousand times Really he's saying to me, ‘Follow me, oh, follow me’ Like a child holding fathers hand Smiling and laughing, but you don’t know his plans. Your smiling and laughing, but you don’t know his plans He bought out the Garden of Eden So he could dig an entrance to Hell And his victims... erm, I mean friends! That is where, that is where they dwell Rising from the lows But you, my friend, will not destroy me I have met you and your kind But I have yet to decide Do I gain or lose a bit of myself every time? I definitely know That I’m always leaving something behind... Top of Form What do we behold? Bottom of Form Learning the hard way If she comes out alive Then she must be more alive than most A passion for life She knows so much of what can be She is the happy ending While most of us would have died off in the tragedy