There is a life beyond us, a life we no longer become a boss.
A life that takes us on a journey, we never wish to run. A journey of great fear, and many things are joined.
Things, some of our knowledge and some in contention. And when we start to feel it, we pray it cuts.
So we can return to our stuffs, that's when it's not that much, that we still have the energy to rush.
But when the sound becomes chronic, we run to a stop and wish it wasn't us, though, it is our turn, because we never cared to check the pulse, for we were not into such.
And here we are, with something that can end the whole of us, with no fear of being stopped, but thank the Lord for being with us.
Early morning, we wake up to the songs of the birds, who never stops until the sun is up.
And we do every chore thinking that the day is going to be fun, because we didn't know something was coming up.
The something that ties a baby to the back of its mother, who doesn't want to give it up, so it can live to see another month.
The something that makes a sick man never listen to the song, that talks about the lazy one, because he thinks he is one.
But there's nothing he can touch, to relief him of his hurt. And he wishes to stop, but his life, still in touch.
And he prays that his life, be saved and restored so he can go back, to his daily works, that makes him the boss.
And his spirit, free from the sickness that's holding him....
Knock! Knock!! The uninvited guest knocks, so it can tie you to your bed, and make you feel there is no hope, or any reason to still hold but it is left to you, to fight till it ends, so you can be free from its pains and shackles. Being sick is not something you ever wished or wanted, so stay safe.
A life that takes us on a journey, we never wish to run. A journey of great fear, and many things are joined.
Things, some of our knowledge and some in contention. And when we start to feel it, we pray it cuts.
So we can return to our stuffs, that's when it's not that much, that we still have the energy to rush.
But when the sound becomes chronic, we run to a stop and wish it wasn't us, though, it is our turn, because we never cared to check the pulse, for we were not into such.
And here we are, with something that can end the whole of us, with no fear of being stopped, but thank the Lord for being with us.
Early morning, we wake up to the songs of the birds, who never stops until the sun is up.
And we do every chore thinking that the day is going to be fun, because we didn't know something was coming up.
The something that ties a baby to the back of its mother, who doesn't want to give it up, so it can live to see another month.
The something that makes a sick man never listen to the song, that talks about the lazy one, because he thinks he is one.
But there's nothing he can touch, to relief him of his hurt. And he wishes to stop, but his life, still in touch.
And he prays that his life, be saved and restored so he can go back, to his daily works, that makes him the boss.
And his spirit, free from the sickness that's holding him....
Knock! Knock!! The uninvited guest knocks, so it can tie you to your bed, and make you feel there is no hope, or any reason to still hold but it is left to you, to fight till it ends, so you can be free from its pains and shackles. Being sick is not something you ever wished or wanted, so stay safe.
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