The World Turns Poem by John Ackerman

The World Turns

filter through the sun we sought a variation in a dream
people scream,
eyes, face & hand
when will we ever live to understand
life is in the twists and turns
one soul soars as the other will burn
everyday a child a born a star is one
there is lines being driven in the sand
last nights kiss was a twist
the ringing in my ears piercing tears
I shed a tear to help numb the inner pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
the world turns on it's orbit toward the sun
we tend to run and hide away from the fun
every tears drop that falls from your eyes he is there
every time you reach out to care he is there
through mountains of madness we see through it's painted silence
sometimes he will listen outside your door to here your prayer
for he is not far he's always there
I know that i'm praying for much in are world torn in a rush
keep me by your side with no place to hide
with a serious look down deep inside
I dream I have angels wings
this world used to bring me down until now
I fly high & dream that I sleep on a cloud
so warm that i drop a cotton blanket down
you have made my life & you will never make me die
This world doesn't bring me down anymore cause i fly
He has made my life there is so much he has in store
Blessed beyond all measure not to seek for earhly pleasure
this world is not my home I'm just passing through
have i bitten off far more then i could chew
the world turns & your still there even through the fire
to quench my hidden burning desire
Only a prayer a way that's just the way it worked out that way