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Its day break,
She starts her routine
She wakes up
from her childhood dreams.

It's a long day ahead
Her family is up and running
She's right behind them
As they leave her that morning.

Alone once again
Her soul aches
As she asks the Lord
"One more day?"

"This is it"...The Lord told her
Your own plans were never fit.
Didn't I carry you all this way?

She finally surrenders
All those tears from her heart
A smile for her children,
All worries must depart.

Her husband is home
Evening is closing
"Jesus has blessed me", she prayed
How could I feel so lonely?

Clouded by her childhood dreams
The Lord had something to say...
"My child, my kingdom is coming
And that is where you'll stay".

Great are your burdens
That you carried today
But tomorrow
Just let Me take them away.

Sleep my child
Your rewards are in heaven
My plan is working
As I had intended...

She rested assured
Tomorrow's a new day
And with a blanket of His Spirit
Her tears were washed away.
My heart will not be denied
Soul, body, and mind
I will not be confined
I'll reach for the sky
This, I will live by

Even after I die
I will be immortal
My words have no goodbyes


**-Joseph B Schneider
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I've had enough, I'm done
Your standards are no fun

You're a broken wordsmith
Lost in a world of words
Searching for realization
While your story is unsung

Your screams from mountaintops
Heard only by cowards ears
Your brightest light
Can't catch my darkest hour

Good day to you sir
A forever blur*

*Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
It's now or never
Time latches hearts together

Every lapse of love a man dies
Deep inside these men is a devil in disguise
Love is our fire within
How we breath
How we think
How we live
The heart is where the man begins

It's now or never
Time latches hearts together

So will you be my love forever?*

*-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
I've bled the blood of a thousand lies
Tasted the feast of her demise

I've seen her stripping away from time
Like a dying artists rhyme

If it wasn't for the echo of vitality
She would taste an oh bitter reality

Oh she, oh she, blessed without judgment
Criticized without budget

At last she stalks the shadows no more
It wasn't long ago crept the woman from ground floor*

All goes without saying ones demeanor
Is a wild poem hiding a message where the grass is greener.


-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
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