God is king, but life is a trend
to take the bitter and the sweet
adrenaline battles on to the end.
Be victorious even in defeat.
Every sixty seconds spent waiting,
On the reality to obtain promises,
Could be a minute of inheritance gone?
Never to come back and take chances.
Courage sometimes is the quietest voice
That roars loudest from within,
Making faith a distinctive choice
And compelling motivation to try again.
Spring is here again taking a shower in the trees
Bathing the wind that brings again spring cleaning,
Wash the newly formed lawns and greener leaves,
Of April; wet days soak deeper in sprinkling spring.
I’m in heaven with you,
Spirited away on a burning sphere,
Inside of me are the new
Imprints of this adventure.
Airy tune plays the starry notes we adore
Wind generate the breathe of vibrancy found,
A beat tapping polite crescendo upon the floor,
Judges joined in the finale of encore sound.
Under Your spell make me feel special,
Share my doubts, remove all my fears
When you smile I fall under your spell,
You wipe away so many of my tears.
The pain we hate shall have no lasting power,
And weak it will be when we shall see the sane,
Go without dominion into deaths final hour,
Sink into the ground where they will rise again.
The wound will leave your heart
Lost in the shadows again,
Ashes in the wind; tearing it apart
Death comes with so much pain.