Lost
A distant society of lost souls and tathered clothes
people finding their way in the dark with their eyes clothed
how come im still here tring to find my way out
when my oppertunity is lurking as a shadow about
how come my tears only fall from the left side down
only to hit the cold hard ground
as my life comes to an end
I pray that the lord accepts my in
I pray his grace will keep me dear
to make my hear clean and clear
an if not then satan damn my soul
arm me with arrows, bows, and harden clothes
cause imma solder, the enemy, a warrior within
with nothing to lose,
but new life to begain.
Copyright © Tevin Wilson16yahoo.Com | Year Posted 2009
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