When will the last storm hit?
When will the last war be waged?
My heart wonders

My land is so tired
Her people mourn
For all is not well

But they see it should be different
They understand there is a greater way

Their weeping haunts my soul
I wish I could take it away
Though I am one of them
I see them
And desire
To fill their homes with joy
Their hearts with hope
And their eyes with beauty

Their voice echoes off the cliffs
And goes out to sea

Someday their call will be heard
And though I cannot rescue them
I believe they will be found

And oh, to see their faces
Alive.

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I one day decided
That I would try
To race to higher ground
And as soon as the thought
Had left my mouth
The ground grew higher
Thickets and brambles seemed to grow
In a matter of mere minutes

But still I went
With brave heart
And delved into the thicket

The more I ran
The more I hurt
And feel and bruised my knees
But carried on

I found my legs were growing weak
Much too quickly
My calves burned
And I fell
I cut my face

I kept on for a long time
Though it was rather painful
And then I realized I had gone
A very short way

And so I cried out
Why, oh why?
Does the land fight back when so hard I try?

And a voice
Inside my head
That is not my own
Whispered

It said
Do you not see?
Are you so blind?
When you struggle so
You are made strong
Though you have not gained miles
You have grown
Grown more than you can see
From your current state
Now you are as you should be

You spend your time
Searching and seeking
For wisdom you do not have
You see you are not the end
Not should you be
And so
You have grown.

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Someday I will see the end of my sorrow
I know it will roll right off of me
Falling to the ground
I will leave it and walk away
Clean

No longer bound
Not enslaved
Its bitter scars erased
Someday

I know that I will walk
My sorrow all forgotten
I have this hope

Clean
Free
In an open space
With a glorious sky

The ones I love
They see my face
Downcast

And yet they do not know
They do not see
My hope

I will be free
Walk among the living
My sighing gone
And I will be overwhelmed
With joy.

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Click
My mind closes the door, and locks it

Pound
On the door, begging to be let out

Why?
Do I consider it

Closer
I walk, unaware yet aware of the danger inside

Consider
The inside of the locked seems better than before

But
I know the lie

False
A life I do not want lies inside

Walk
From the door, like a man in chains

Dark
The room behind the does lies

Broken
The things inside will shatter me

Yet
I turn, and look ahead.

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I worry that my demons will
Come and then consume me
Then throw my body to the ground
Rendered lifeless

I do not want their dark ways
Their tales of hopeless woe
I want to rise victorious
But I do know not how to go

They take me, piece by piece
Each time they push me a little further
My eyes they pour, twin waterfalls
They cannot express all my sorrow

I need an escape, a path
How long will I wander?
I am a train on an endless track
I cannot see the end

Why do my demons come?
Why do they want my soul?
For I feel a poor beggar
Not worth my salt

All I want is peace
And release from this danger
I beg and plead
By to my dismay, they will not let me go

I feel so all alone
I do not have a friend to turn to
All my need has used my goodwill
The love now I want, I used

My greatest concern
Is that I will embrace the dark
And not look back
I do not want this

I cannot shake the feeling
That this is what I have coming
Where shall I turn?
What shall be my harbor?

I am a cup
Turned over, poured out
A little hope trickles in
I sigh and press on.

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Small lights against an endless sky
Snow softly falling, all is quiet
Pines hold against the winter winds
The world is peace

And joy dances
From heart to heart
It leaves a smile on every face
No lone soul out of place

Those who had been lost
Are no more
The world has rejoiced
In this small season

For this time our land is well
Our souls filled
The young and old alike
Dance through these precious nights

The sorrow of our present days
Covered with the delicate snow
It's marring scars forgotten
Even if for just a time

The beauty of it all
Is the surprising and surpassing peace
Though many are sad
Their hearts are filled with glad.

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I am desperate for the whole
For now I regard only in part
I need to find a map, a chart
For I am a lone ship

My sails are tattered
Mast cracked, oars broken
The nights has come
And the sea is so dark

I do not know how to press on
But endure I shall
For I know there will be harbor
A port to call my own

The sea is not all
And though I know its waters brilliant in day
The sun has not risen
For a long time

But when the rays
Of warm sunshine
Flood my face and kiss my skin
They will fill my being

Then the sea will be light
And turn deep black into emerald green
I will cry out to the land
And it will answer back in song.

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