Hands untied, yet bare. Where is your care? Love is in the air. Y do O things luk unfair? I stamble and mumble In a place of prayer. Looking for relief Out of a place of grief But finding none Thez no Christian Out there with a true heart. They look at you torn apart And join the band of thugs That tear u daily into rugs Like Solomon observed : All Is vanity thats loaded in a soul Whatever your lot in this life will rot. One by one like sand, Droppin off your hand, We will be no more. Taken away, Taken To a place unknown Where perhaps pain Governs no soul.. Souls... of those That are now rotten ..........And forgotten.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 13:48:36 +0000
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