In the colours of this lonely linen light,chased underline in the streets paved with silt Sinking slowly,I don't waver,too drenched in the sands of problems. Every problem I ever faced were as numerous as the sands I walk on, sometimes I wonder whether I'm being teased to hold on,I try to hold on,but my grip lossens with each day that passes . Holes as big as the cravasses in the heart, trying to patch up what's left of me I wish to feel guided as the father told me and you,to feel that angelic presence said in the sermons. Searching for all that ,made me feel vague with each try, Hoping to escape this trench I'm in The air here is thin, very thin Life's essence is leaving I'm holding on ......I hope for a little longer
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