Soul's Calling Out
A windy sounds gave me the purest light of feeling,
A place of my body is very particularly in the comfort position,
A rhyming air to that windy sound is very kind to my feelings.
Relax, release. As I told my self deep inside,
The purest living is not done yet,
As the sunny day shook the ground,
Reminding me the finest day when will come.
I miss my home and family,
The thing that I can call my own enough,
I haven't the guts to shout out loud,
To cry the bitterness and rhyme with the air,
And so the called futility,
The gazing hour is in control of me.
Slash of sight is fiercing beyond,
Calling the grave to come upon,
Is the only rest we can have it now,
Living without assurance is the hopeless life,
Idiocy is like hypocrisy I hate it when it's working to anyone.
Enough, enough is what my soul's calling out,
Called the days of alone in hours,
Lonely moment may consume me more,
Chaosity attacking me,
But I fill my heart with strength of love,
Knowing where I will be,
To the days of my lasting place,
The so called eternity,
With the One that I always thinking of.
The One and the Only One.
Who's the alpha and omega.
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