He tried,and he cried;time spanned divisions made,
into a life it could not invade,sometimes like a
silent air raid;words could fall like a sharpened
blade,and sever a life into that unmade,homes
absent,animosity fell silent,into a life unfree;
and made it feel like an oddity,until the fog's
of life have cleared,independence itself is then
shared,but stress can test the inner life;composure
suffers from inward strife,a stifiled faith is
worse than late,and that's not great;lessons are
our own living legend,by this i mean who else but
GOD,can make us clean;a shattered life is not the
end,asleep awake GOD CAN ALL US TAKE.
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