The Lord
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LET GO!!! yells my brain
my heart still just hangs on to that one little strings
my hands left with tears and blood dripping from the wounds
but still I clinge tightly
still I think I can make it better
The light of the Lord
Shines within me.
Where I was once broken
He mended me,
When I felt alone
He was always with me.
When I was lost and hurting
He took me by the hand,
As I lay down to sleep,
I know The Lord loves His sheep.
I am lucky to have the previlege to be awake,
I know my birth was not a mistake.
You see, angels watch me through the night,
Enslaved by thought so I carry the tale with worn feet,
My kind was contained to cultivate something sweet.
Sugar cane working,
Rays from the sun start to sting-
My ancestors with worn feet wished for fresh wings.
