Grace
Hand of God
No Longer Me
The Sadness of Knowing
The Light
No Longer Me Everyone is hiding, concealed behind their eyes, unable just to be themselves they cage the bird that flies towards the light they fear to look, ‘tis not themselves they see, Alone, I wait, an open space, ‘Tis "I" — no longer "me."
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