Saturday, March 2, 2019


Is there meaning in this worn out world
Shallow depths found in an ocean’s breeze
Macabre fixation on what is sane
Travesty of faith in make believe
Triumphantly I will raise my voice
High, from the rafters, sing His glory
When the weariness is beating you
Rise, tell everyone your story
Come with me to our forever home
Unjust is this place we left behind
In truth, beauty like a cream will rise
Embrace the Sun, let us start this life

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