I want

     To go back to eleven before I was marred,

 jarred,

scarred,

learned that no man was pure,

only a lure toward a cure, false by its very nature

for sure.

In the before,

you were a friend, nothing to mend,

just a trust before the lust made me pay, stole me away to a boy, not a man. 

To him, I ran,

 made a choice for a voice I could hear that was near,

 or so I thought.

And you,

 I fought,

                Took on shame, forgot my name,

for a touch

 that

wasn’t much and You disappeared as I feared. 

I miss our walks, our talks, Your embracing love that came from above.

My dress is torn, my heart forlorn.  Can you take me back with all I lack, wash me clean, show me I’m seen

from

   now the Eyes of grace,

reflect a shining face,

 a new countenance, a chance to dance where all is new and all

          Is True, and the water pours and my heart soars and again

          It longs

for only Your Songs to right my wrongs?  To rest in the best with You

only,

 never lonely, made pure with the only cure that is sure.