Blind Faith
Running on the path of heritage - belief blindfolded
One instant I untied hearing the call from inside
The path was wrong, I beckoned them to change
Insane they said and mocked me with a rage
Alone I ran but alive I felt – Truth known and Faith grown!
Copyright © Betsy Jos | Year Posted 2017
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