when seasons come and go one always comes prepared
But does anybody tell you, are they ever aware?
That said seasons sometimes bring only rain
That some seasons somethings leave one drained
When your beliefs fail you, and you 2nd guess if heaven is real
That mistakes turn sour and you can't seam to heal
Certain that its better in the afterlife
But waiting impatiently cause down here doesn't suffices
That a child could bring such joy and remind us of home
That those golden clouds were where we used to play
Before we had to atone, sin and and eyes covered in foam
So happily depressed you don't even move out the way
When the wheels of life drive right towards you
Apologies if it seems I left you high and dry
But my own sins made me pay in extreme ways
Misunderstandings and be comings
One wonders if I ran from circumstance
Tuck your brothers in at night child, stay with hope of heaven
And continue in believing and serving
You are a child I met in the summer sun, inspiring and driving
Me to see God and plead for forgiveness and a daughter of that liking
But is it them or myself I'm spiting? By biting(my tongue), fighting (my morals) and Inviting (my demons).
Forgive your mistakes, they know not what they've done to you
Go on to be wonderful, and Know that Jesus Loves you
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
when seasons come and go one always comes prepared
But does anybody tell you, are they ever aware?
That said seasons sometimes bring only rain
That some seasons somethings leave one drained
When your beliefs fail you, and you 2nd guess if heaven is real
That mistakes turn sour and you can't seam to heal
Certain that its better in the afterlife
But waiting impatiently cause down here doesn't suffices
That a child could bring such joy and remind us of home
That those golden clouds were where we used to play
Before we had to atone, sin and and eyes covered in foam
So happily depressed you don't even move out the way
When the wheels of life drive right towards you
Apologies if it seems I left you high and dry
But my own sins made me pay in extreme ways
Misunderstandings and be comings
One wonders if I ran from circumstance
Tuck your brothers in at night child, stay with hope of heaven
And continue in believing and serving
You are a child I met in the summer sun, inspiring and driving
Me to see God and plead for forgiveness and a daughter of that liking
But is it them or myself I'm spiting? By biting(my tongue), fighting (my morals) and Inviting (my demons).
Forgive your mistakes, they know not what they've done to you
Go on to be wonderful, and Know that Jesus Loves you
A poem I wrote going through an altercation, for a child I wish goes to heaven and stays as wonderful as they are.
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