Where are you my friend?
Gone again, without a trace
This is becoming a trend
To evacuate this place
I worry for the future
As I sit alone once more
I want to recapture
And try to implore
My mind becomes numb
While I try to breathe
Look up at the sun
As I lie beneath
The sky is not falling
Nor the leaves on the tree
I am not crawling
As I fall to my knees
There is imminent light
Up ahead in plain view
Such a beautiful sight
As I always knew
I refuse to give up
Never reduced to a wraith
I drink from the cup
And welcome back my FAITH
By: Pete Morgan
Year:
2018
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