I am trying to find words
to help me let out my hurt
I feel muted
by holding in the pain
in a world so crippled.
Anyone with a good heart
can see with an eye
how rotten are the hearts
that keep telling lies
they are walking in the dark.
Consuming wounds,
no matter the age
they love rage and hate
it is what this world craves.
There is no equal call
in to the fall,-
If one has study what is right
in Jehovah God sight
then they know He is seeing it all.
The heart will be filled
with the unknown songs
as long as you keep hanging on
God is love
that love is power.
Soon this nightmare
will come to its End.
- Judy Emery © 1998 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.
