the SINGER DUDE. by michelle.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Rejected, convicted,
As good as in jail,
Although I'm home,
It feels like its hell.
Should I run away,
Break free from these chains,
Of slavery, suppression,
Life of hardship and pains.
Call out to the angels,
All divine beings,
Hear my cries,
And lend me your wings.
Give me strength,
Hold true to my heart,
Someday my calls will
Be answered at last.
Its when im falling,
I'm rising higher.
When im weakest,
Im growing stronger.
Its when im blinded,
I see the clearest,
Its when im quiet,
That everyone hears.
Give me strength,
Hold true to my heart,
Someday my calls will
Be answered at last...

5:33 PM

isaac had a glimmer of hope
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