My Name Is Heard
My pillow is wet
My bed is broken
The keys to my house is lost
Oh! Why oh! Why oh! Why
The floor is my chair
Hunger is my closest friend
The enveloped of sorrow has seal me
O’ God are there still angels?
I heard a loud voice
It was an usual tune
It spelt out my name
Today, my name is heard all over the world
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Olivia Bedell-Nimley
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Copyright © Olivia Nimley | Year Posted 2013
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