| by Bridget | |
| Published on: Nov 11, 2005 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=6567 | |
| Gain from my weakness or hear my plea Help me when am down or trip me up Offer me the drink from the bitter cup When you are so near to clarity That is when you loose sanity How can a virtue called charity Work so as to eclipse parity Its philosophy or ideologies or plain insanity Tell me I can define my own destiny But can it be changed even in great mutiny I can and I will change my destination But my destiny seizes me with indignation If I want to let me cry a river If it chills you, you can shiver God is God where is God there is a God, oh God you are Lord Next thing I know am back again on the dusty road The infinite the unheard the unseen the unknown Is what to seek before we all get blown? All around what I see changes, fades and will never last Just like me, just like you, all blasts from the past I need you, I don’t need you, come, go, be here, get gone What it is, is what it is; it remains when all is gone, like a bone « return. |
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