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A dreamer Ive always been,
always falling short of being someones friend.
All of my days are found living a rebelious way,
when I was told no it became the nature of my day.
For a moment in time I once thought Jesus was joke,
so tight was the binding hateful yoke.
It wasn't something I wanted to be,
but its what became of my soul & me.
I always wanted to see nothing but the best,
but first I was to live through every life test.
My shadow became my best friend,
my thoughts became my only close friend.
When others started talking,
my mind would go walking.
Why listen to what doesn't matter,
when in the end everyone has scattered.
Forty-eight years I now have having lived looking through these eyes,
so cold and lonely were those days when dark clouds covered the skies.
Now its ignorance I hear talking on the TV,
another moment in life that was meant for me.
To me the cable news is like students in a classroom,
they know nothing about our hearts cold broken dark room.
If they were for real,
the hungry would have tonight's meal,
the poor would have a better deal,
& the lost they would feel...
But its all about he said she said,
and no one caring about the child without tonight's bed.
Understanding why a person is the way they are,
is knowing that each one is like a night time star.
Shining for one another to see,
that through Jesus' love all are set free.
Believe not in what your eyes see,
believe only in your soul that's been set free.
Jesus is the real Way my dear Sister and Brother,
His love and forgiveness is unlike any other...
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