My heart of an amateur
Cant different human behavior.
Soon and after dinning with its hunters,
The naked scars with open sight
The looping mind of wishes and aligned hopes.
I clap in resilience to my bleeding
I cant run for i must win
Beyond yesterday, there is tomorrow.
The hiccups of my breathe
The unforgettable blinds
The crosses i bare
Most of which dont fit my size
I am dead but so Alive in Christ
I blend with fear of God to conquer worries
I am a hidden star shinning for those who care
#herdsmanofprogress
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
My heart of an amateur
Cant different human behavior.
Soon and after dinning with its hunters,
The naked scars with open sight
The looping mind of wishes and aligned hopes.
I clap in resilience to my bleeding
I cant run for i must win
Beyond yesterday, there is tomorrow.
The hiccups of my breathe
The unforgettable blinds
The crosses i bare
Most of which dont fit my size
I am dead but so Alive in Christ
I blend with fear of God to conquer worries
I am a hidden star shinning for those who care
#herdsmanofprogress
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