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Rocking Your Faith To Sleep

She is tired of fighting, sick and tired of changes Weary of the battles, the struggles and the challenges She left so much, just to possess so little Limping from holding on at every single angle Faith came from the fight, now it is night And she is exhausted, despite having a dim light Holding on to her little faith for so very long Clutching it tight, even singing it a song Her faith cries out, her little faith screams out Still young but giving everything out in a shout But she is without concerned. Her pain is stronger Holding on to her faith seems to make the pain linger ...So, she rocks her faith to sleep She wants the pain to be numbed with aspirin Knowing that there's no cure, but a brief separation Like a bad toothache, she desires Novocain Anything to relieve her from life's constant pain. She now became apathetic. Her fire flickered out. Unfulfilled promises and failed expectations about How things will be better, how good life will be But instead she is faced with constant trials and misery. Wanting something so bad, but cannot get it. Desiring a change, but it fails to manifest. So the best thing to do when your heart is sore From not getting what you want is not to want it anymore ...So, she rocks her faith to sleep Suppressed her desires into the bed of her unconscious Covering sheets of darkness over something so precious. Her faith: covered in darkness, now out of sight. Then she turned off all hope when she turned off the light. Allowing her fears to surround her precious faith That is under the sheet of darkness that resembles lace Because she lived a life of promises, chasing a dream But it was so troublesome that she wanted to scream. Now walking in utter darkness, no hope or ambitions Just one with her carnal desires and temptations. Her faith, teary eyed and whimpering, at last closed its eye And she closed the door of her heart, leaving it inside And in there is where her faith still slumber While she lives without a dream, failing to persevere. Thought that life would be better, but instead Is living a life similar to being brain dead ...Since, she rocked her faith to sleep

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