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fridge 4 a heart
Angel of sorrow, i lay at your feet, forlorn,cast adrift, in silence i weep.
My soul is an icebox with no defrost cycle in sight, why does God not reach down and turn on the fridge light?.
Frozen chicken, icey heart, slowly thawing trust, fresh outlook, fresh start.
I look in my fridge , then look in my heart, thankgod its not as empty as that white square box, in the corner, falling apart.
My soul is an icebox with no defrost cycle in sight, why does God not reach down and turn on the fridge light?.
Frozen chicken, icey heart, slowly thawing trust, fresh outlook, fresh start.
I look in my fridge , then look in my heart, thankgod its not as empty as that white square box, in the corner, falling apart.
Published 29th Nov 2009
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