Out of bag, a missing smile, suitcases a count of two, both my feet, a broken trail, uncertain path I choose. Faced and lived a struggled life, a soldier built for war, been a continuous game in life, an empty soul that's torn.
Adding pieces to my puzzled life, edges all in tact, feeling grace and seeing blessings, chills upon my back. Through my eyes no need of goggles, catching the world in different angles, thinking he never heard my prayers, I sit beside a Godly angel.
Getting happiness and feeling happiness, these two are not the same, in the difference you tell the two, no burn as you feel the flame. As the eyes of ocean front, a heart that has me sold, a platinum smile so full of him, a love God made of gold.
Now that you came and saved my life, as I prepare for saving yours, pushing away a poisonous world, finding out you found the cure. The presence of life that comes from prayer, in mansions where we reside, in this world and up in heaven, an angel I sit beside. veeplee1
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