Recreate

Written by: Sabina Nicole

Just kept running,
From men so cunning,
Just kept leaving,
All those who were deceiving,
Just kept packing,
Then, lost it all for a price,
Realized I no longer had to be the sacrifice.

Seen so many faces,
Been in strange places,
Cried with the sinners,
Rejoiced with the saints,
Yet, I’m still in need of fresh paint,

You’re never finished and you never arrive,
Yet so much time is spent on feeding one's drive,
Even at the top emptiness will return,
It’s only by God’s grace we ever seem to learn.

Seen so many faces,
Been in strange places,
Cried with the sinners,
Rejoiced with the saints,
Yet, I’m still in need of fresh paint,

Only a true artist can recreate over the taints
One who is greater than the sinner and the saints.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 10-5-12
Piano song