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Jul 2010
When am I going to change?

Pull myself out of this pit?

Learn to love myself?

When will I learn to deal with it?


Come change, make haste,

My life source is fading away,

Bust open the doors of my heart,

Let lie what only need stay.


Let lie the generosity,

Out with the selfish and the vain,

Let lie the fierce spirit,

Let the wind take the pain.


Circle these wounds, love,

Let the phoenix descend,

one tear, one choice,

many lives to mend.


Many roads to travel,

those trails that few have dared,

those mountains few have climbed,

to hold stories few can share.


Where odds are overwhelming,

And obstacles are overcome,

And love's not overshadowed,

By faith and hope undone.


My faith and hope's depleted
,
I cannot see a light,

To overcome and just to love,

Just to love,
just to love.
Written by
Shea Golden
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