I have so much life to live, so much
love that I can give. I am dying to live.
Death raises it's dying voice, begging to
be heard, but no one ever hears. No one
even sheds a tear.
My redundancy I ask you to please
forgive, but I am dying to live.
Is there a better me inside this old
worn out shell? It's a mystery to me, but
I'm sure you Lord know it very well.
This chance I am begging of you to
give, please God! I am dying to live!
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Poetry From The Heart
شِعرA collection of poems, some will make you cry, some will make you laugh, some will make you you think, or just cause you to smile, but all come from my heart, eventually finding their way to yours.
