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Last weekend a group of visitors came along to Sanktuary in Telford to see what we do. One of the visitors, Andrée, wrote this poem about her Saturday night with us.
Someone to Watch Over Me ow my ears they hurt 'coz the beat's too loud know i've drunk too much inside I'm not too proud lungs can 'ardly breathe feel like a tub o' lard no one sees i'm scared i'm really not that hard head's spinnin' round 'n round my heart it's thumpin' fast whatevah's goin' down i'm hopin' it won't last everythin's a blur don't really wanna stay to be wiv what occurs just need to run away want me mum to hold so my world won't crash want me dad to scold when i am smokin' hash my god it's freezin' out how will I make it home who will take my hand see that I'm all alone then I saw your face glowin' angel bright offerin' tea and warmth in the dead of night you held my eyes touched my feet with love wrapped me from the cold so i wdnt feel so rough then I looked again 'n saw my mother's smile saw my father's pride not his backhanded bile I never thought that I would ever see someone care enough to watch over me. Comments are closed.
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