Released
Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling;
endless thoughts running thru my
head, tired of concealing…
These feelings bottled deep within,
of hurt pain happiness joy suffering
and screaming love in vain;
releasing them-yea I'm considering,
but what about the chain...
Created by links of secrets, melted
and molded by lies; clasped by
regrets, n polished by a decade old
disguise.
Worn well for years, never faded
broke or tarnished; from all the
fallen tears, all the yanking n pulling
still no wear n tear accomplished.
Was shackled in bondage,
imprisoned by guilt n shame; now
free n realizing i have usage, Glory
to God i now Fly because i called
HIS Name!
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