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Wilderness trees grow high
The wasteland is all but nigh
It’s getting darker here and I’m becoming more shy
Even my faith has grown somewhat dry

Distress bushes grow on
Like the dusk and the dawn
It’s getting lighter — the sunshine glows till the night is gone
I’m like a wandering fawn

Sunshine, come shine upon me now
I’ve been drenched in moonlight somehow
Enjoying my Thursday evening with might
 I am dancing in the middle of nowhere in delight

Leaves of fall is shown in this desolate desert of wastelands, walking all alone
Can’t you see my quivering hands? Can’t you see my rocks turn to sandstone…
I crumble into ash and dust…I must trust in Him and that’s a huge trust
Lust must do the same like a bicycle, unused with remarkable rust

The rabbits of rapid radiance hop here
The quail of squalid squanderers wander here, aligned with family love
There are no fearful dear in sight, my dear
So, let’s run over our roadrunners of remorseful ideations and grow wings like a vivacious vulture or a dove of cheer

Intrusive thoughts didn’t win me last night…boy, was it a fright!
I will put up an emotional, mental and psychological fight tonight…
Yesterday was full of excitement and contrite, but I’ll be alright
Just got to paint away the sight of sorrow and shine bright

Tomorrow is a new day to look forward to — this is made true
Today is my present to open and another wise saying to obey
I pray I break free from dismay and do what I need to do
Come what may the gaily feelings of Fall is truly here to stay 

I long for His wisdom to bring me His Kingdom
To make my wasteland into a castle of freedom
I’m sorry I’ve let you down several times a day —
You made me feel more than okay, I must say

No one can take away my blissful happiness today
Though my heart and mind go astray, I will be back on track
Some say I won’t make it and some say I will make it I pray
Although I feel I’ve relapsed on an infinite amount of sins on my back all the time like a rock-whelmed backpack

I feel like a failure sometimes and I can’t help it when I make the same mistakes over and over
I deal with these clusters of catastrophe from time to time…set me free and I will love one another
Until then, I’m stuck in past grief…
Until God receives a present of relief

Uncertainty is overrated to the extreme
Like the super hot and flaming temperature, letting out steam
You are like a mixture of coffee and cream
We are definitely on each other’s team to higher my self-esteem
Sweating a storm and releasing an aquatic stream in between reality and dream
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