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Dear future Genie, Know that this very genie 1803211451 faced the storms without the hopelessness within, Lost himself, and still pulled through all because of GRACE. SO, THANK GOD FOR GRACE ALWAYS.
WHATEVER YOU FEEL, JUST WRITE FOR THE WORDS YOU WRITE TODAY WILL GUIDE YOUR PATH TOMORROW MAYBE THAT OF YOUR CHILDREN TOO OR SOME DEEPLY HOPELESS FELLOW IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYWAYS, JUST WRITE
It takes me great pain to write And when I think am healing and getting it right Life shines a blinding light And then absolute darkness To find my way, I grab a pen Its inks mark my path Each time I get twice stronger Life gives double the strength Life oh life Can't you teach me in another way?
Finally the adventurer meets his match After a long campaign with restless relentless March He comes to face himself in the testing ground of legends And for the first time, he thirsted home
Here come the storms Ripping me one by one Making open my worms Fears long conquered and gone Here comes the storms Ripping me off in tiny devastating bits Weakening my very gums The fabrics that binds courage to my wits Here comes the storms And when I thought it couldn't get worse The night fell in all its darkest forms The sun feared to leave its dorms Courage lost its life force Pain took a different course And when I was sure it can never get worse I faced man's greatest loss The loss of hope in oneself Here comes the storms I hope they'll be scared of me Cos finally I lost myself...