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May 2010
In the day, I was really rebellious
A hard headed kid, jumping in despair
I know that those things were wrong
And I caught myself **** that very desire

My soul purpose was put in the solitary room
Letting it grow old without the taste of water
I cant survive as if Im watching a prisoner into a jail
Longing to his own sons and daughters

I sigh, pondering every steps of my life
When temptation were smaller that I am
But I know now that this for my own good
Taking the risk will bring me to the place of maturity

Prevail Your totality inside this temple
Sweep away all the pessimistic that is walking around
I admit that I am in the twilight of time now
Re-arrange my furniture, make it Your way, Father

Everything that I have is rubik's cube
Its simple at the first see but hard later on
In my condition now, I will confide in You
Though the sun and winter freeze weeks
© M.B Rubilla 2010
Mark Rubilla
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