Better Days
And deep within the depth of me
Blaspheme
And there's nothing left to me
The last scene
Dear Lord what has become of you
Are you Looking down at me
Through the trees
can you see what I see
The rage in me
The evils taken over me
In your absentee
And even through the doubt
Without a doubt
shall you call upon my help
Thy Lord
you have my sword
Forevermore
But until that day
I see your face
Your holy Grace
I'll fight my way
through the fiery haze
For better brighter Days
Copyright © Dustin Branum | Year Posted 2023
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