The Try
I keep raising the dead
Yet facing their ghost again
It's hard to leave my bed
Knowing yesterday would play out again
All the faces around
Filled with smile
Echoing to loud with sounds of lies
I try so hard to find an answer
But after all is said and done
Jesus is the best answer I got
Am trying
God knows am trying
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