Underneath the ragged blue jeans
A hint of pink shows through
It holds in the pain
Of old injuries
Helps her to move
With half the grace she used to
There’s some dainty lace
Underneath her ragged jeans
It holds her in
Fills the need she has
To only have the softest things
Next to her skin
She always feels like she is on the ragged edge
Never quite safe
One wrong step
One misspoken word
She just might lose her step
But she just might fly, too
Underneath the ragged jeans
She hides too much
And feels too much
Only letting glimpses come through
But when she does
She finds herself back
On the ragged edge
Dancing
In her ragged jeans
With all the grace she ever had
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Jeanna’ Mead
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Jeanna' Soul 