With love and hate and no fate for my dreams to lead the way I hope for peace of mind and memories of a better time like when I was little cause life is like a riddle that’s to hard for me to understand I’m reaching out for Gods hand; please catch me, snatch me from out the air cause I’m falling all the while calling out for you… 'God Hear My Voice'.
So deep into a visual fixation of a nightmare, I look unto you towards the sky, I cry and before I die; please release me from my own demons who tear apart my soul and torment me furthermore prevent me from doing right; I lose sight of what I love; I need help from above… “God Hear My Voice”.
My future doesn’t look clear cause I fear for my present-I’m just a peasant who’s alone in the dark with hurt in my heart so far apart from you with no clue on how to connect; except through this choice, I speak… “God Hear My Voice”
Your presence still lingers from my head to the tip of my fingers, I write, you read, I speak, you listen but I’m missing the WORD of which that is yours; please open the doors and let me in, take me from this life of sin… “God Hear My Voice”.
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I can totally relate to this poem. Lovely mind, kind soul, a real warrior for God!