CROSSING FIELDS
Crossing Fields
One night crossing a field of lost hopes and dreams,
I stepped through a skin of a moonlight shinning on
Me as I cried ;
With no hope ,or dreams of true love ever finding me ,
The dark that came so quickly in my life at times
I had wish I had died to a better place then this !
Oh how my dreams fad away to old age ,
Up in smoke is where I go with nothing to call my
Home its so cold with nothing to hold but empty dreams,
I sleep in a darken house that so many had lost their
Souls ; No words to say for better days,
I hid in the dark to hide my face in the rain ,
No hopes no dreams to a night of screams ;
Moonlight finds me when I cry ; I hide my eye's,
Looking for my heart, in the dark ,
Hoping one day God would hear my cry's and
Save my life , and give me something to hang on to ,
Know that I grown up and look back on my life
I can think Jehovah God for saving me from the
Lost world of the darken way of life .
Lilly Emery (C)
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