Fragile
broken and confused
injected with a disease thats un controllable
friends nor foe can see its killing me
the truth of hiden lies
my pain is filled with hurt and tears
a tear is the warmth of gods faith :but the heartache is the sins of mortal!
caress my words with wisdom and not a fools gold,dear lord
take me as i am , but dont crush my soul
listen to me as a son: with spirtual words,not eying deceptive words of laughter of
a dramatic play
crushed defines lost and broken, but lord take the toungues of evil and use their
spit for repent!
kill me because my spirt is the start of kindness and healing
heal me, dear lord
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