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Staring from a distance that’s all I could see
A little boy child staring right back at me
His face had so much, so much to tell
“Oh world can’t you see that all’s not well”
There was emptiness, loneliness and prints of insecurity
Coming from his eyes that no one could ever truly see
I was greeted by an absence of abundant smiles
And playful tears drops moving in their very own style
His lips were stain with the saltiness from above
One tightly knit to the other like birds of love
Oh yes he needs a friend but who will that be
Who will be a friend and a true friend indeed
There was no attempt to help no attempt to try
So he was left alone standing so frail and dry
I couldn’t, I couldn’t, I really couldn’t take anymore
I just had to help that boy who was so bitter and sore
So with compassion in my heart and tears in my eyes
I reach out my hands to help the little boy child
But surprising he did just the same thing
Reaching to touch my hands that were aiming towards him
It was then it hit me like a batsman’s swirl
I was only staring into the mirror world.
Copyright © Nicko Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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Like a man with cancer I’m slowly dying
Battered and bruised and with a heart that’s crying
I raised my hands to give an offering of praise
But this sickness I have highlights my ungodly ways
I try to be good, Christian and meek
But the pain from this sickness is nowhere near sweet
So each day I go on feeling empty and sore
And it has caused me to wonder who on earth has THE CURE.
For all my life I wonder where I’ve caught it
For deep inside I know I didn’t want it
Cause with an illness like this, I’m an alien on earth
Treated like pieces of torn rags covered in dirt
Can’t tell a family, can’t tell a friend
That I’m affected by a disease I alone can’t mend
So this question echoes in me more and more
Is there even on this earth, A CURE?
For all my life I’ve been living a lie
To tell the truth, I hardly ever try
Because I fear the hatred of another
Especially when It'd come from my mother
Confused and captured I don’t know what to do
So now I stand here always being used
By the devil to beat up and even to bore
This heart that’s so desperately in need of THE CURE
Wait! Maybe I should ask the Lord what to do
Cause he’s a God who can’t lie and have always being true
But what should I ask Him? What’s the question?
Will He really listen to a sinful man?
God I’m confused so what will you say?
Should I continue this lie or will you show me the way?
The way to prosperity and peace so sure
The way to that land where I’ll need NO CURE
Suddenly He answered, “Son I know your pain.
I know you have struggles and I know u have rain
But if you had just listened to me years ago,
You would be ok and you’d even know,
You’d know that I love you and know that I care
You’d know that those problems would all disappear
Once you’ve asked me, once you were sure
That I’m the only one who’ll ever have the CURE.”
God thank you for that answer, I guess that’s what I really need
To know that You love me and to know that You see
Everything that I go through each day on this earth
Everything that I’ve done and the times You weren’t put first
So from now on I’ll praise You in spite of these side effects
For you I’ll do anything, for You I’ll do my best
Yet I know I’ll have struggles way more that before
But I guess that’s the only way if I ever want THE CURE.
Copyright © Nicko Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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"THE CRY" -RELIEF OR HAPPINESS
Ha Ha Ha I’m way over that
Yes I’m over the cry that tried to ruin me
Me, a child of God with so many promises, hopes and dreams
Trying to make me forget who I am
Destroying all I’ve seen, known and come to understand
With constant tear drops, bitter and without an end
Drowning my heart, my mind and everything I’d want to defend
Creating a new me while taking all I got
Oh was this cry ever going to stop?
I reminisce on the day it tried to take me over
Faking my smiles, watering my eyes and me it tried to devour
There were so many things I needed to do, oh there was so much
But the strength that once drenched my bones was no felt; not even in a touch
It left me in an instance, the moment I embraced the cry
Leaving my frail old body gloomy and dry
And so I felt like nothing, nothing at all
But a big grey castle holding nothing but brick walls
Oh but here I am: here I now stand
Free from all chains and standing as a man
For now I proudly and boldly embrace a new cry
One that comes with sweet feelings, joyful tear drops and a feel to try
With chills in my bones and butterflies deep within
I’m free from the cry that walks behind sin
Yes I want to sing; oh yes I want to shout
Oh world here I am; a new man of worth
So farewell old cry that wanted to steal
The love, joy and the peace that has now been revealed
NICKO JOHNSON
Copyright © Nicko Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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