I walked through golden lit coals without falter 

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I burned through the walls of poison ivy without a scratch 

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.

Even being stoned and beaten without release 

Was not a match 

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My shoulders straight back 

My chin never defeated 

.

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I trekked through this life with my head held high

My conscience pure 

I had all I needed

.

.

But yesterday 

Your fingers slowly released mine 

.

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What was once interlaced 

And intertwined 

.

.

Was now empty and free 

Our love

No longer clandestine

.

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I felt my legs weak 

My hands fumbled 

My speech so lost 

I stumbled 

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Without the support of your grasp

I lost the ground beneath me 

I lost the sky above me 

Everything I thought I needed 

I couldn’t see 

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Across the golden lit coals 

I cried 

Crawled 

Despised 

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I became a person 

That I did not recognize 

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