(POEM)
Who will see
past the scars
Conquer the
walls of my heart
Who will be
willing to pay the price
Ans ask
the guard to see inside
But how can
you deem worthy
That which I
have given for free
Sold the
treasure as a pawn
The
priceless treated as junk
And so I
loose my heart
And slowly
die.
Ashes to
ashes,
Dust to
dust
Not
realizing that it is only when the seed dies new life begins.
Am I willing
to pay the price?
To die to
me, my desires
To bury my if,
my when, my how and my who
For to live
is to die and to die is to live
Will I
choose to trust,
Will I
choose to give up
Will I pray,
“Not my will, but Your’s be done?”
No matter
what?
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