Cracked
Cracked... the floor on which her dry skin treds
She plods toward the sunlight hidding behind the wooden doors
How many miles have her barren feet walked?
A foundation that refuses to yeild, succumb or fall
A women, a grandmother, steps out of a church
She plods toward the sunlight hidding behind the wooden doors
How many miles have her barren feet walked?
A foundation that refuses to yeild, succumb or fall
A women, a grandmother, steps out of a church
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