Beckoned Call

I tire of this endless call,

   Of the frustration drawn within.

My heart is hardened with aching claw,

   For a release in this silver stake.

 

My life's peek is around the corner.

  And right now, I can't hardely wait.

The hate and devil inside this situation,

  Is more than I can take.

 

Heaven above! Hear my cry.

   And relinquish all this pain.

I know that you are listening.

   And you hear me when I pray.

 

So right now I ask your deliverence.

  From unwanted guilt and shame.

My heart beats restless inside of my chest.

  And my eyes lay wide in wake.

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