Rebekah O'Donley Biography

Where do I belong...
Without reason, without rhyme
Without love and without time
Without rest or a place to lay
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You are the sunrise, dancing in my eyes
You are the peace that flows, and the love that grows

I could never breathe a moment, without you there
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As curtains draw, and prayers are revealed
A cinematic portrait, of what has now been sealed
A pertaining impression, as we watch tomorrow die
To hold you only once, and gaze into your eyes
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My daughter renowned, open thy vein to flow majectically through thy door
Touch the blood as it cascades down thy shattering floor
O' Little one, taste the red hands, sweet as solace renewed on a moonset grave
Measured by thy blood and weighed by the searing crave
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Doth thou hate mine painted soul?
Wilt thou refuse thy quivering arrow?
Canst thou daunt the morrow of seven?
Didst thou dream of embers aflame?
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