Beauty Hope Life Love Spiritual
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As a child the feeling of never being alone,
having a veiled knowledge of God,
I had yet to be shown.
Always protected, feeling safe and secure..
knowing somehow the trials of life, would
No stain no smudge no worldly wrong
Can silence the sound
of childrens song
No Power of money nor chains of might
Life
What is it
Why do we exist
Why is there pain
Living this life with much to lose and nothing to gain
I've contemplated what life is
And for the most part, I don't understand it
Life
What is it
Why do we exist
Why is there pain
Living this life with much to lose and nothing to gain
I've contemplated what life is
And for the most part, I don't understand it
There is a sound that everybody knows
There’s a wave in the wind, someone who is heavy, brawny, grows
There's a story lurking, largely lengthy, hardly told
Possession of dualistic spirit.
A split of who you were before, and after.
Before, smiles crept across your face
Simply for the fact that there did not have to be a “good enough” reason
For a genuine grin.
It starts with a whisper
And moves to the whistling of the wind
Shattered glass scattered on the floor
An open door that knows you’ve sinned
