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You're not just in my prayers
You are my prayer.
for you today I may be the light
meet me in the night
tremble as you're fulfilled
you have not begun to glimpse
the borders of your darkness.
a field of daises
and I see only you
not every flower is the same
the sun finds the solace
as she meets the sea
so the night begins
still waters reflect the sky
the wind blows
starlight dances delicately
upon the ripples and so shall we
before dawn
she will know peace.
She was the flower
that made the sun want to rise.
I live in a series of perpetual moments
this is not a choice
I was born this way
So when I miss someone
every moment feels like eternity
on the other hand
I could not see someone for many years
and I can continue our last conversation
as if it were yesterday.❤️
in the night lonely children cry
scorched by treachery
even angels weep
endlessly skies bleed black
tomorrow dies
have you a dream to cling to
i am listening
never mind your lack of faith
god hears your prayers
serve her well.
Spread your hand
Look at your fingers
Are they the same
Yet you want someone
That looks exactly like you
Embrace differences
Not similarities.
We all born to stand out, not to blend in.
They try to burry your smile when
They hear your laughter
They try to dim your lights when
They see your eyes
They try to sorrow your spirit when
They see feel your energy
They try to get in your head when
They see you zen
They say things,
They make things up
They turbenlence your peace when
They see you calm
Just like Irma before it hit West Palm
They do things
They cook things up
Don't let them steal your lights
Don't let them take your spark
Don't let them in your head
Don't shut your eyes! .
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