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When it comes to self-sustain, There is no loss or gain. Within your pit you stand, Surrounded high by your demands. Shouting wants to the voices above,
I am lost in a sea of minutes and hours I am trapped in a castle, locked in it's towers I am floating through life like a leaf on a breeze I am crushed by my fears and left on my knees
Death takes you by surprise You didn’t hope to realize that we are fragile and this life isn’t eternal Let me jot that in my journal. Let’s hope it sticks, just like this mix.
Shot down while I was broken still healing from the words unspoken. As the situations raging, I’m just flipping through His pages. Ultimately His words are the best to find healing and rest.