Starting to run,
Starting to loosen up and have fun,
We are together right here under the warm sun
As we wait for this to be done.
We all are trying
To go to the middle of lying,
But instead we start even we complain,
Say the truth til' they go insane.
We wait for the excitement to arrive,
Still here we are at the start of the drive.
Boring ourselves out
Just looking at the view of the mount.
Don't be depressed,
God is still here, he has no rest,
Planning your destiny which you shall see,
Lord called; "I hear you child, stay still, wait and leave it all up to Me."
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The Prose Of A Rose
PoetryProse Searching Data...... Prose Definition: 1.) Form of language that has no formal metrical structure. 2.) Applies a natural flow of speech, and ordinary grammatical structure rather than rhythmic structure, such as in the case of traditional po...
