I know that books
Are made by man
And fear is a mighty sword
I know that love
Can save a soul
And turn us into more
The seeds I’ve sown
And seasons I’ve grown
Gave me the chance to be
An endless clock
I got my tic
In times enormity
Who hung those hands
Upon my clock
And why must the cease to be
Forgotten lives and dreams
Like falling stars
I know One day it’ll be me
I’ve seen your kingdom
Beneath your skies
And drank from your hand
I’ve basked in your light
And felt you warmth
But cannot see your plan
But faith is a house
with many rooms
So the saying goes
And I’ll knock each door
to hear your voice
Because you are all I know
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Author:
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Comments2
Those doors will open and in them you will find many wonders that will lead you to write words like this.
Andy
Great write. Powerful. Pensive and powerful.
Thank u so much!
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