Myths and Wishful Thinking.

It's odd for me
To be down on my knees
Praying to a God
That I don't believe in

I asked him why
There's so much pain in my life
And the one bit of joy
Was cut off like a knife

I was angry and mad
Didn't expect a response
I was crying and yelling
In my little tiny house

I heard in my heart
The reason to be
That there wasn't a soul good enough
To fill the love that I need

He said "I looked and I looked
But I just couldn't see
A soul with enough love
And joy that you need"

I trembled and I cried
I jumped to my feet
"Is that really you there?
Are you talking to me?"

"Don't give up yet boy
Though you don't believe in me
Ill keep on looking and looking
For the soul that you need.

And when that time comes
You'll know it will be
The soul of your child
That has all that you need."

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Sofia Urquiza

Sat 19th May 2018 04:57

It's so magically melancholic to me, I can relate 😔😊

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Sofia Urquiza

Sat 19th May 2018 04:57

It's so magically melancholic to me, I can relate 😔😊

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keith jeffries

Mon 19th Mar 2018 17:55

Nick, fantastic. Thanks. Keith

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