Can someone be so blind to wide eyed plights?
Can we become so numb to shocks, rocks and walks?
Lose faith from the crazes, phases, traces
Creates a sad story, mourning mornings
Stars and vests can be tighter, brighter, lighter
A charter of home, form the storm
Because of me and my Shelter, You dispelled her, held her
Reconcile with words, hurts, and the birds
Scream and cry, as lies die
Don't believe the heresy, secrecy and Pharisees
You're here to live, forgive, give in
Hand is down, reach higher, dire for rewire
Gaze, throw down your crowns and frowns
That we may look straight to face the fate
Don't you dare peter out, but figure out the trigger's town
Give it up and trust the Lord, His sword, and go forward
6/17/2009
Blind and Walking
Written by Unknown at 12:20 AM
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