we need to talk,
cause my heart is lone and long gone,
my conscience gone for a walk.
Within Your words i read that You’ll comfort me
but the pellucid comfort i get is sorrow,
was it a lie You told me??
Cause troubles surround me like an aimed arrow.
The best You said You have in store
if only i would wait,
but years unending i did wait
making me ponder if You’ve lost the keys to the store.
My plans in Your hands i did commit,
but to this day i see no yield result
was there a sin i commited??
One that you couldn’t forgive??
My friends all merrymaking at the haven of earth’s success
but i still rest at the feet of earth’s misery,
would You not to success grant me access?
or will this misery be my only priced treasury
we need to talk.
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