the words of song pulled strings within my symphony and
made it a song, not of a song of melancholy, or of the cages within my heart which tries to tame me.
its vines pulled me in and the bare flesh of my body doesn't want me to be free it seems, from its curse of a decree.
from the shore, i dived into the difficult waters of the sea and he pulled me in.
i closed my eyes to see.
to see his majesty.
nothing less than a song bursting with life-energy.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
the words of song pulled strings within my symphony and
made it a song, not of a song of melancholy, or of the cages within my heart which tries to tame me.
its vines pulled me in and the bare flesh of my body doesn't want me to be free it seems, from its curse of a decree.
from the shore, i dived into the difficult waters of the sea and he pulled me in.
i closed my eyes to see.
to see his majesty.
nothing less than a song bursting with life-energy.
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