When my soul ponders and heart does not,
feel guilty to be still,
Reminiscing on kissing in the rain,
know rocking in a chair old age know a truth, watching your skin peal ..
tears of paraplegic running in their mind,
but I the earth under there feet, they cant feel but i feel them.
I stutter a pray for grace, cause only grace can be in here,
(the lack of strength in the human ,condition if you will).
When a soul is torn, they say it is a bad thing but it isn’t,
opportunity for healing to is be born,
adversity becomes breath at the hardest, part of race.
humility become an acquired taste,
smiles on a visage there can be no distortion for my eye's tell the story,
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