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Author: Della C
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 10 - Published: 12-08-02 - Updated: 12-08-02 - id:1111308
This little thing should not have taken so long

It was a gift and a curse, all wrapped up in a song

I lift up my eyes to the heavens above

Those starry skies that drained away my pure love

We're screaming out but you are deaf to our cries

Your houses are full of people spreading your lies

This little thing was nothing more than a prayer

And it proved to me that you never were there

Then is there no hope? No redeeming grace?

I can't imagine the world without seeing your face

But deep in my heart lie questions unanswered

They tear at my soul; eat away like a cancer

If I can't believe in you do I believe my own eyes?

They show me a prison: the way out is to die.

Is this what you meant when you gave up your dreams?

A crude reality with two simple themes

Destruction and death are the words we all know

Does that make us better than those down below?

Answer me these questions, if anyone can

I do not see the point, please make me understand

I do not wish to leave this fair world behind

But if I have to I will, I have made up my mind.

He died for us, those many years ago

At least so they say, so the old stories go.

I am not so pure as to die for your sins

But I will die for mine, ere the new day begins.

Do not be afraid, for I'm not leaving yet.

I'll not tell you a time. No dates have been set.

Life is a journey that I've just begun

Each new day is joy as I dance in the sun.

I leave you now, having finished my rant

Let it go from your mind, it is an idle chant.



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