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This is the Day
Life lines are lucid now, euphoria consumes the veins. What’s happening? Blinded, entirely bright. Now all is black, ubiquitously there is pain Weeping for family, flooded memories bring fright. Confusion reigns over the soul. Experience of demising bitterness as warmth eludes the ears. Who are these people staring in mold? Can’t breathe, can’t speak, these are wretched fears. Tears from twinge and sadness trickle from the face. Not like this, not here, not now. Craves to go home in family’s grace Falling, flying, now one knows how. Confident as the Savior, nailing in. They must be amazed, they must be so proud The boy is struggling, help him, guide him This is great, keep going, don’t slow down. This is the day determination will show. This is the day a heart is proven genuine This is the day they finally will know This is the day they will witness existent, a Man. |
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Funding For This Site Provided In Part By A Title V Grant
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