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Wonderful words Donald. Prayer is amazing
Endless stairs seemingly leading somewhere
but you start and find out they lead nowhere
Is your life like that, always deceiving you
No matter where you go, you are so blue
What should you make of such a place
Life knocks you down, no smile on your face
No friends or family anywhere in sight
Certainly makes for a very long night
I've been there with no one to love
Then I remembered to look up above
Always there to guide and help you
Still loving you no matter what you do
Always remember you are never alone
Can be reached by prayer, not cell phone
I Am A Shadow
I am turning into a shadow, no longer to be me,
Wipe away these tears, of this body I will be free.
Invisible to many, a darkness to them all,
Only a darkened spot rising upon the wall.
No longer able to feel, no pain, no loss of mind,
Bring on the darkest journey, my existence to rewind.
Dust.Only a speck ‘neath the ash, upon the breeze I blow,
Gone now, a shadow never here, a shadow you will never know.
© Cynthia Clark
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Wonderful words Donald. Prayer is amazing
Endless stairs seemingly leading somewhere
but you start and find out they lead nowhere
Is your life like that, always deceiving you
No matter where you go, you are so blue
What should you make of such a place
Life knocks you down, no smile on your face
No friends or family anywhere in sight
Certainly makes for a very long night
I've been there with no one to love
Then I remembered to look up above
Always there to guide and help you
Still loving you no matter what you do
Always remember you are never alone
Can be reached by prayer, not cell phone
I Am A Shadow
I am turning into a shadow, no longer to be me,
Wipe away these tears, of this body I will be free.
Invisible to many, a darkness to them all,
Only a darkened spot rising upon the wall.
No longer able to feel, no pain, no loss of mind,
Bring on the darkest journey, my existence to rewind.
Dust.Only a speck ‘neath the ash, upon the breeze I blow,
Gone now, a shadow never here, a shadow you will never know.
© Cynthia Clark