I know that feeling,
The feeling of one.
Adrift on a desert,
A whole world undone,
Praying for shelter from
Cruel midday’s sun,
No word of comfort
From anyone to
Ease the anguish
Left in the wake of
A melted mind, of
A heart that breaks.
Tossed in the rush of
A fiery lake,
Trapped in the rubble
Left by the quake.
If time is the healer
A broken heart needs
Then hasten its passing
Wherever it leads.
More weathered miracles,
More races to run.
Faith finds Her passion
When worlds come undone.
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The feeling of one.
Adrift on a desert,
A whole world undone,
Praying for shelter from
Cruel midday’s sun,
No word of comfort
From anyone to
Ease the anguish
Left in the wake of
A melted mind, of
A heart that breaks.
Tossed in the rush of
A fiery lake,
Trapped in the rubble
Left by the quake.
If time is the healer
A broken heart needs
Then hasten its passing
Wherever it leads.
More weathered miracles,
More races to run.
Faith finds Her passion
When worlds come undone.
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