I Truly Wish I Could Have
Laughter, To Somewhat Understand Just one thing
Aptly, Mastering Arts Learned So long ago with self control
Seriously, Eager Headstrong Tot, not so long ago that I rolled
Readily, Steadily Running After Every Grim thing I found
Evil, No I am inwardly still trying to fathom hallowed ground
Vicious demons rip and claw and tell me not to go
Ever present, I stop and grasp right onto God, but not for show
Raring to deliver, I stop and quiver, yell and shed one tear too late
Early in the morning, woke up and put on my shoes
Must be sliding down the old river now, paid my dues
I cannot fathom anymore or any less than before
Telling me now in my heart and in my chest, open the door.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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