by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand
Jun 2013 483 Views 2 comments
Journey1
of a dawniing
waking to see
I choose alone
no taking of the throne
creeping circles
culled beneath my fear
I rose and bent within
my tear
of whom may take
so distant
of long
sit so idle
I play along my song
For WHO DOES SPIT ME
yet creeps along my soul
for I shall love
beating true heart
a
never ending
cull
shall
be
look above
Your Saviour is
Your Soul
x
waking to see
I choose alone
no taking of the throne
creeping circles
culled beneath my fear
I rose and bent within
my tear
of whom may take
so distant
of long
sit so idle
I play along my song
For WHO DOES SPIT ME
yet creeps along my soul
for I shall love
beating true heart
a
never ending
cull
shall
be
look above
Your Saviour is
Your Soul
x
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Posted: Jun 2013
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