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What I Wrote on My Gravestone -10-18-22 -part 2-
Grab a hold of me gently
Don't jab my heart with this cruel knife
Understand me completely
I'm like a crab, living in its shell all my life
Shelter me in my cell
Hell broke loose in my heavenly dwelling place in which I dwell
We are both lost, I can tell
Selling my soul to the angels above as my spirit goes pell-mell
Assuming life is an easy game of hide 'n seek...I will reach to the Mountain's peak
I'm weeping tears of joy like a boy who found his lost toy, as small as tinfoil
I'm in the brink of ruin, but I'm perishing away what makes me weak --
Hopelessness that dares to break me and reduce me to toil...coiling in shocking turmoil
Majestic and precious is your smile
You melted away my perilous pile
Of fretfulness and defiled me with lament
Here I am, I write this down on my gravestone that all my sins I have done in this lifetime...I forever repent...
I got out of hand, so I repent...
I don't want to die in fire forevermore
Understand, I never meant
To hurt you the way I did before
I am forgiven to the core
I promise I won't do it once more
I am given a second chance beforehand
To change my ways before I live life in this dance, in which I take your hand
What I wrote on my gravestone
Understand that you're not alone
We feel dead inside on our own and we can comprehend us and depend on each other
Maybe, one day, I will answer my phone and you'll be on the other end, unless you love another
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J.W. Earnings
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