Airy hall's and rooms of painful darkness
thick dooms shine the moon
in a winter that came to soon.
where the deep sighing
in so much despair
but no one seems to care.
In my darkened room I cried in my prayers
"I have no strength for this task!
what it is you ask."
It wasn't long I was filled with new songs
In the night those angel has flown near my room
in their voices calm and true saying:
"He shall call and many will fall,
but always remember Jehovah hasn't forgotten you."
-Judy Emery © 1990 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.
