Forgiven...

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Forgiven...

Life once wasn't life but a chance to die
Opportunities arose also fear, I can't lie

All I wanted was what I wanted
Come to know it had me haunted

Running through life falling left then right
Eyes wide but blinded I had no sight

Hours gone in minutes, the pain returns
More fuel to the fire, hear me burn

Millions of people even family all around
Still all alone digging six feet down

At the end of my path, now death is pleased
One last breath, I asked 'Lord forgive me'...

What couldn't be, alone God had done
Thank you father for giving your only son.

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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