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Click hereWaking each day with a sigh of disbelief.
To another day filled with despair and grief.
Rising only because you feel you must
Displaced hopes, fears and trust.
Prayer spoken word for word each day and night.
For that angel of mercy to carry you home, on swift wings in flight
Do your prayers fall upon deaf ears; surely they are heard.
Spoken softly, carefully with each word.
Am I not worthy of such relief? Such escape?
What must I do? I care not; I will not hesitate.
Dare I dream, dare my lips utter such a request?
Am I spared for He knows best?
Dare I dream of a place of rest. Quiet and serene
A place where I have no pain, no anger…dare I dream?
A place where these petty emotions can no longer erode
My very being, my essence, my very soul.
Till my time comes, my prayers heard
I shall wake and rise each morn
Heart heavy, head held high
Thoughts and feelings, between them torn.