You are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. James 4:14 |
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my fear of failure, my fear of shame I'm controlled by fear like moth to flame I fear I'm condemned to take the blame I think I feel my bleeding heart rot at the end I ask what have I got at the end I ask what have I wrought internal cuts leave internal scars I watch the world as if behind bars where I write these unmanly memoirs |
The temperature is hot, I'm cold. I'm needy as a newborn, I'm old. Provide a better option, I'm sold. If someone adores my poems, I'm glad. If someone prefers to fight, I'm sad. If someone hates our country, I'm mad. If you love me for a laugh, I'll cry. If you stretch out a hand, I'll try. If you offer me your heart, I'll buy. |
How about something a little more uplifting? at winter's end I can't help but sing for the world's happiest in the spring this I know as well as anything in springtime I'll awake before dawn my legs shakey as a newborn fawn with hair a mess and my face long drawn Then I feel a breeze swirl around me I ascend like a white dove set free soaring overhead it's her I see |