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Jul 2011
Barreling forward and doubling back.
To the world my mind lost track.
So dead, yet full of life.
Praying and hoping that I wasn't right.

But as always, I'm never wrong.
And I realizedΒ Β too late, my whole world is gone.
A cold drift has frozen time.
And pain washes ashore with the tide.

I bow my head towards the ground.
Listening to nothing but my heart's dreary sound.
And washing ashore around my feet...
The blood of all innocence left in me.

And the sun is blotted out.
A loathsome world I'm in now.
A cruel realization has broken through.
It's far too late to change what's true.

But somewhere in the blackened day,
comes a sound of hope, it's not too late.
And again, in the absence of mind.
The pain washes away with the tide.

And as I look towards the sky,
I'm stunned at what a light so bright.
A magnificence has found its way to me.
And drawn the blood from the sea.

The sun shines bright again.
And burned away all the sin.
And I stand in the presence of God,
Who awakens a person that I had forgot.

And an angel from so far above,
has come to me, renowned love.
And she's saved my life and soul.
Takes my hand, and melts the cold.

And as the sun begins to set,
A wondrous moment I'll not soon forget.
The day I managed to make her mine,
The sea washed in a brand new tide.
John Chris Risner
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