The Dead Lives

WHO KNOW MY INNER FEELINGS AND THE PAINS,
SWIMS IN THE POOL OF MY HEART, 
NO ONE KNOW ABOUT MY HIDDEN LIFE,
MY HIDDEN LIFE IS MY SELF,
WHICH LIVES BEHIND THE CURTAINS OF,
ALL HUMAN EYES................

BUT GOD KNOWS,
ALL THE HIDDEN THINGS,
NOTHING IS HIDDEN FROM GOD,
GOD KNOW, 
ALL MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS,
WHICH ARE EXIST, 
IN MY HEART AND MIND................

MY INNER THOUGHTS ARE LIKE AN IMAGE,
THROUGH A BROKEN MIRROR,
A MIRROR NEVER LIES,
TRY TO SEE THE TRUTHS OF YOUR LIFE,
IN THAT BROKEN MIRROR,
TO FIND YOUR SELF..................

YOUR SELF IS YOUR TRUTH,
AND YOUR TRUTH IS YOUR LOVE WITH GOD,
AND YOUR LOVE WITH YOUR GOD IS,
YOUR LOVE WITH YOUR GOD’S ALL CREATURES,
AND YOUR LOVE WITH YOUR GOD’S ALL CREATURES IS,
YOUR LOVE WITH YOUR SELF.................

SO COME OUT FROM YOUR “DEAD LIVES” WORLD,
AND GIVE A CHANCE TO YOUR “DEAD LIVES” LIFE,
TO BECOME A LIVE, 
FOR A BEAUTIFUL END.................
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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