In The Garden Of Love

You come too me in my garden of love
God sent you to me to love
It is quite simple what God can do
What he does for me he will do for you

You opened up to me
Showed me your all
In the garden of love
You sweeten my very day

As I stand there watching you
I see a petal float by
You are my special one
In the garden of love

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Family Violence

I was raised with a violence father. It happened almost every day. My mother tried to stop it but could not. He would get drunk and come home to beat one of us or both. He was very mean. The police would not do anything to him. He got away with everything he did. No matter how bad it was. I would often think I would never make it. His temper was always in his way. He would start fights with everyone. No one was safe around him. He put holes in the walls. Put needles in my arms when I was only two or three to see me cry. Never said a kind word to me or my mother. Unless he was not drinking. Which was hardly ever. He was in the Army when I was born. When he got back. He made it clear he did not want me or love me. When I was three he made me ride a bull. I am lucky I did not get killed. My mother was so scared. Then my mother had my sister and she was sick. She died in my arms w...

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