The Music of Sickness
A sick woman,
Her voice was strained.
Yet to the hearts of man,
A grateful thought remained.
The lyrics question
We are ready to meet Him?
Yet through this music session,
The love does not wear thin.
The love of a faithful mother,
The hope of a young child
With the faithof her proud father,
Grow a fresh spirit, meek and mild.
We fall, trip
Soar beyond our physical limits
Praying not to miss, slip
Caught in the plea to not crush our ego to bits.
This poem is about:
My community
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