life has come to a standstill
with sorrow and fear my heart fills
im no sinner im no traitor
yet why do i have to suffer
you have been my savior
my messiah my creator
for me, you said was the world
for me, the flowers the trees and the birds
the sight you now show me
just wont let me be
a believer a worshipper
of you and your ardor
the flowers the trees and the birds
just like me are one of your herd
i see they are your followers
and i am a mere worshipper
you now have my life to lead
the fingers to hold, a child needs
with new hope i look up
and the tears in my eyes dry up.
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be intimidating and impenetrable fog! ------ Calvin
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
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