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I don’t cry anymore the salt ran dry. I don’t look up the sky stopped looking back. I don’t believe in believing. Where are you now, God of broken pages? That book full of thunder, full of fire, full of once. Where are the miracles when we need them more than ever? Silence —louder than prayer. You’ve forsaken me in my heart, forsaken me in my mind, forsaken me in my... Why?
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Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
Forsaken Me
I don’t cry anymore the salt ran dry. I don’t look up the sky stopped looking back. I don’t believe in believing. Where are you now, God of broken pages? That book full of thunder, full of fire, full of once. Where are the miracles when we need them more than ever? Silence —louder than prayer. You’ve forsaken me in my heart, forsaken me in my mind, forsaken me in my... Why?
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin April 2025 Forsaken me
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