Now I sit in a chamber darkly
Where madness so kindly placed me
Lying on my feathers
Where love just once
Embraced me
I looked into the mirror
But couldn’t recall who faced me
Now I see the golden frame
Beginning to encase me.
I’m not winning, I’m not losing
Am I even in the race?
But I can’t bear to face
The populace.
But to lie here – that’s disgrace.
I’m spiraling up the down staircase
Each is a step of youth misplaced.
My tracks if only, I could erase
Each solid memory of mine displaced.
I’ve yet to catch sight of a happy face
With whom I can mingle and interface.
Please Lord, no more, you can see it in my face.
I’m praying to find thy divine grace.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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