It takes a piece of you – this thing that you do.
It rips you apart,
Bit by bit
It steals your innocence – this thing that you do;
Keeps on going
without looking back.
It gives you away – this thing that you do
Kills your soul with every chance.
It rips you apart with the slightest of ease,
Causes damage wherever you go
You don't realise what it does,
until it's too late.
Until you're so broken that you can't breathe.
It's supposed to wake you up
Wake you up!
But it gets in the way – this thing that you do.
The shame, the hurt, the guilt – it's all a part
of this thing that you do.
This thing that defines you,
Makes you who you are.
Burns you,
Teaches you.
Tortures you, and breathes for you.
It's now all a part of you who are – this thing that you do.
You realise too late how much you've changed;
How you've just taken ten steps back.
You realise how little you fought,
You realise how long you've been on the wrong track.
It takes a small piece of you – this thing that you do
And you can never look back again.
You'll never be innocent,
You'll never be whole,
You'll never breathe easy again,
They'll never be the same,
And you won't try to change.
You won't even put one foot forward.
You'll take in the wrong,
Feed on the feelings,
And do this thing over and over again.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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