It Is Well With My Soul.
🎶it's the way he fills my senses🎶 In my mind he rests
Where Words Find Their Wings
🎶it's the way he fills my senses🎶 In my mind he rests
They stood together in a circular form, Sang songs of sorrows with fainted voices,
Dry cracked lips mellow Sweet to the taste they grow
Insults, Slaps,
When lights dimmed and hopes lingered, When memories flickered and breathing hastened,
When the early sun has risen, The river sand is submerged
There's no satisfaction in the world, When I say this no one buys a word,
If I say I'm alive then I'm a deceiver, Because there's a disease that has consumed my heart,
Gone Every moment I see a candle lit
What ensues when life gives you lemons? What happens when in blues?
Ma,I haven’t written you a piece in a while, I guess that’s why lately I do not find peace in my smile.
It has been a while now since I started dancing to these drumbeats of life, I thought things will change when I see a new day