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Then I Move On - Latest Version


Then I Move On Shades of my DNA makeup that makes me the intelligence that I am as face of bold My few shades of grey and the perfection that I am not that I also happen to be in this world The weak that I am when it is intelligence dictated as who I am making a statement about us all The pretentious that I become when It is couple of religion I try to keep despite life and all of it's calls The paths I do take in life and the one's I don't as who I am that does get defined for us all Like a wintry blizzard day in November life that still happened with a vengeance like a final curtain call Life in its cruelest shape as unjustified vengeance of a maniacs rage where life had come to a stall You try to distance yourself from it yet it becomes an arduous task to escape like closing walls I cry a few tears for myself then I think of him who created us all The gamut of emotions running through my head as to how human life and human dignity can be this priceless call Trying to make sense of it all in this moment of truth this conversation that I have with him who always stands tall In this God forsaken place where nothing in this world no longer makes any sense at all As I think of him I then realize he does exist and wipe away my tears as they fall With this knowledge that he still loves me, I try to make my peace with it at this unthinkable gall With this truth that he still cares for me I try to leave my baggage behind after this ravaging Mistral Finally leaving that wintry blizzard day behind me I then proudly move on with a resolution never to look back at it all With this new purpose to make a difference in my own life and another person's life where this does not happen this inhuman appall To make our hearts heal when soul is hurting so that another soul does not get lost in the crowd where life had come to a crawl To be able to touch another person's life and be each other's happiness and strength when life's darkest moment feels like a never ending nightfall With this renewed passion to be that change in my own life and in another person's life I proudly move on as I think of him who created us all
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