When the trees blow
In the wind
the grass
blows thru the trees
Many revelations
Have come and gone
However, His freedom
Remains
Life
Love
Liberty
and Justice
His Final Product
Even tho/we come
from distant lands
we are still one
you are still my friend
Thru Him
With HIm
In Him
We are made strong
We are filled
with strength
with Our Anger
And our shield
Thru the Light
Thru the Fire
We are made Pure
Honest
Enough
ro Treasure
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
When the trees blow
In the wind
the grass
blows thru the trees
Many revelations
Have come and gone
However, His freedom
Remains
Life
Love
Liberty
and Justice
His Final Product
Even tho/we come
from distant lands
we are still one
you are still my friend
Thru Him
With HIm
In Him
We are made strong
We are filled
with strength
with Our Anger
And our shield
Thru the Light
Thru the Fire
We are made Pure
Honest
Enough
ro Treasure
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