I try to make my voice heard
But the words I want to say are hard
In a single breath they are all hushed
So I transfer them with subtle art
Into another realm of Divine pain
Just to bleed over and over again
Scribbling away so that I don’t go insane
I guess it’s true what they always say
The pen trumps the sword in every way
And all that I am left with to try and play
Are bloodlines of blurred lines here to stay
I know that I know He will wipe all this away
My words for The WORD this I pray…
Amen
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