He sees, knows why and slowly opens his eyes,
Yet nothing is disguised, just comes later, a darker surprise,
Climbing, trying to breath, hoping an aberration?
Your surprised? This startles you into desperation???
The hills are so defined, the sin so refined,
Imagine the smoothest of road, that does actually take you home,
He said we choose at the fork, acceptance or denial,
He's waiting, she's waiting, you spiral,
Its alright to cry, we often do when we live with pride,
Breath, go to her and rest,
He loves you so much from so very high,
You passed the test, often not seeing it was your best,
You climbed, the pinnacle reached, yet now you teach,
They both believed, I can breath, It wasn't about me...
It was Mercy...
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Author:
Tayama (
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- Published: May 4th, 2019 13:02
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