faith

Wed, 01/01/2014 - 15:28 -- lyssrgr

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Dreams are not what they used to be

Beauty and happiness are things I use to see

Like a bird I would soar through the sky

All the way up to Heaven I would fly

Darkness and fear cover up the light

Now I am like a bird that cannot take flight

Tied down in the ground with no room to spare

Like a mouse in a trap grasping for air

Shaking and shivering I stare up at the stars

Telling myself that god is not far

I look up to heaven saying my nightly word

Like a baby I lie still hoping he has heard                      

In the morning I wake up and get out of bed

Look to the sky then bow down my head

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