Back and fro,
Here I go.
Not knowing
Where to stay,
But knowing when to pray.
Fear of heights,
Fear of sights.
Fear of whatever
Is behind these eyes.
There's more to a
Person,
Than it is to a human.
There is more to tears,
Than it is to
Salted cheeks.
When there is more,
There is You.
And when I find You,
I find myself.
Let the clouds continue
To be
As pure, as white, as beautiful.
Let me be
Secure,
Below the dim light,
My wounds are no longer painful.
Let it all be peaceful,
For I know that I am,
Under Your care.
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