Do You See What I See?

To them,

It's a name in the air.

It's words on a page

A testimony in the pew.

It's a shame

An icebreaker

A conversation piece.

It's gonna be alright, okay, fine.


But to us, it's angry tears.

It's raised voices and furrowed brows.

It's sleepless nights,

Prescriptions that promise results and do not deliver.

It's a natural remedy that's good for you.

It's the same four walls again and again.

It's a pang of something you cannot place

And it's every time you remember.

It's Please God and

It's Why God.


It's real.




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