IJL
PRESENTS
A Small Acre
-Ghost & TheUnderRated-
In a dim time alone she stood,
a stranger of the neighborhood.
The fear of a past alone did take her,
in her mind's eye saw a small acre.
Remembering again the child she lost,
living the pain at her heart's cost.
Another mother that had to raise her,
a glimpse of hope in a small acre.
Working against the hands of time,
her soul she lost to make a dime.
Someone she loved that did forsake her,
enforced the dream of a small acre.
Giving all that there was to give,
slowly dwindled the will to live.
With sweat and blood and pain to break her,
heaven's light shown on a small acre.
Finally the dream was in her hand,
the deed belonging to the promised land.
Her hands now shook and pain did take her,
she gave up life for a small acre.
The young girl viewed the headstone round;
tears flowed like rain and watered the ground.
For years she searched and tried to reach her,
a mother's love found, on a small acre.
Through that girl, was the shadow ..
Through hard sweat and burning sinew a path was made..
on that small acre, her debt was paid..
and for every visit a blossom was laid upon the grave..
of a woman she knew not.... on that small acre..
Regrets added strength to the character she built..
As warmth turned to cold and the blossoms wilt..
What separated their relationship?
what left her with guilt?
When separated now by only one small acre..
She felt the feelings of hatred, but only cried
she understood this small acre could not provide..
She stood alone...she stood strong her resolve would not waiver
Until the day she decided to sell that small acre
A lonely grave remains forgotten with time
forgotten was the struggle, forgotten was the life
An existence returned to the dust that plagued her
A soul bound forever to A small acre.
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