Making a stopover at the Bow flyover
finding a place for the night
a wooden seat to perch on
next to the
church on
Mile End road.
This may be a blessing
but
God keeps me guessing
and I feel I'm
no nearer to him or to thee
whomsoever him or thee
may be.
Next to the gravestones which are
weather worn and grey
( say! I look the same)
I am but a name in the register
to be struck out as I struck out
When your luck's out life *****
I only draw in a breath for death
to draw closer to me
I want to see it coming.
God and his crew always know what to do and send the sunlight to heal all my woes
I take to my toes and leave Bow far behind me and am sure that god knows if he wants where to find me
or
I may find myself.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
Making a stopover at the Bow flyover
finding a place for the night
a wooden seat to perch on
next to the
church on
Mile End road.
This may be a blessing
but
God keeps me guessing
and I feel I'm
no nearer to him or to thee
whomsoever him or thee
may be.
Next to the gravestones which are
weather worn and grey
( say! I look the same)
I am but a name in the register
to be struck out as I struck out
When your luck's out life *****
I only draw in a breath for death
to draw closer to me
I want to see it coming.
God and his crew always know what to do and send the sunlight to heal all my woes
I take to my toes and leave Bow far behind me and am sure that god knows if he wants where to find me
or
I may find myself.
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