Idle Soul
Im on the run like a tear,I must escape pursuit of demons as they draw near,
Adversity for me oh God its on a rampage,
Its peircing through me like the sharp edge on a spear.
I jump off the mountain top hoping to transform,
Daunting as my past life keeps me i steadily struggle still,
My good heart struck down as its hit with a deceptive storm,
I can only try so hard but never climb sorrows steep hill.
I riederate on what i must do, how can i go on,
I feel the depths of known defeat standing lifeless and torn.
Hope to God HE makes a way for me to rise up,
but impatiently i wait as lifes endearing pain compiles on.
By Michael Smith
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