Savior
My body is weak,
my mind is strong
determination will peak
at the highest throng
Pushing and weaving through the crowd
praying someone will be kind
but everyone is loud
with an unsound mind
I am tired of this mess
the struggle of this place
I long for peace
trying to keep a strait face
Finally a savior
a wonderful white light
I am at peace with his behavior
there is no more dark night
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