Who’s eyes do i choose to rest upon? Perhaps I’ll know when I’m finally gone. Already tried subliminally to ***** me out but GOD came through and sorted me out. Perhaps it was He who brought me here so I’d have no other choice but to draw in near. Windex in my eyes till my sin runs blind but by the time I come through pray I stay divine. If not now then when do I need a friend to rest my tears upon? Or how about a mate for my soul to claw through and out? Please take me soon if I’m rotting out but if not suppose I could bounce about. Time is but the noose slowly circling my neck and best be sure I could never jump to run it taut. With all this grief in the atmosphere it’s hard to puff smoke just to see it clear. Now that I’m on the path predestined pretending is simply out of the question. Please come quick so I can cement in bold this untold truth burning in my soul.
Selah