Our lives are discarded for years,
Until the scar disappears,
Or the fears.
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Faith is a feeling of misconception.
I have Faith in myself,
But should I have Faith in you?
The real challenge is retaining Faith in us.
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There is an influence of the south.
Putting cold beer and crawfish to mouth.
It is the cattle and horses in our field,
Riding out the storm that will grow our yield.
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2080 miles apart,
2080 hurts to my heart.
Forced to wait for the time,
Till the day you're truly mine.
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My Last Minute
Our lives are discarded for years,
Until the scar disappears,
Or the fears.
We all feel the pain,
Tried to stay sane,
Here I remain.
Will my life end soon?
Under neath time’s balloon,
Bye swift afternoon.
Bring on the morning rain,
It is life’s cocaine,
Until midnight train.
Then comes His full moon,
Then comes high noon,
I rest maroon.