ONION

onion

Just like peeling onions
You weep as every layer
Is lacerated by the knife
That’s wielded washed in prayer
Accumulation of the things
You’ve gained throughout the years
Are blighting all that’s pure inside
Reducing you to tears.

Created as a perfect one
You didn’t stand a chance
The world in which you lived in
Led you a merry dance
Now you have the chance to leave
The pain and grief behind
Just let Him peel the the skin away
To give you peace of mind.

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