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Its How I Share...

ive heard everything to be said,
everyone has made their own bed...

ive read everything written,
its all the same under the sun...

theres nothing new,
the sky's still blue...

same suffering, sorrow & pain,
wet is still the rain...

clouds moving across the sky,
knowing everyone will die...

what new is there to write,
giving understanding to each individual fight...?

love is always just out of reach,
nothing left in time to teach...

always learning,
hell's burning,
life's repeating,
few creating...

so, with Him who resides in me,
our hope; you'll see,
the invisible setting people free,

falling in love,
isnt for me,
mine rest with the falling dove...

ive seen everything blind,
heard everything deaf,
felt without touch,
desired without desire...

prophets in time we've become,
not everyone, just some,
writing beyond this place,
while praying for the human race...
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Submitted on April 16, 2015

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