Moving toward the end of days.
Trapped in a place that seems insurmountable to overcome.
Still I keep pressing on against the present darkness.
I don’t know if I’ll survive.
Bound now by chains that cannot be broken.
A slave now, to the ways of the world.
Waiting for the end to come.
Poor, Pitiful me.
A new hope is seen here in the desert place.
I don’t understand yet the meaning of grace.
Vultures and circling around me.
I am next.
In the time of my greatest need. I shout!
I cry out with all my innermost being.
It’s time to say good night.
The end of me.
I am no longer who I used to be.
I have thrown away the past behind.
A brand new life for my heart that holds on.
I am free.
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