Something in the dark,
Terror by night.
Someones dead.
others full of fright
Where do I dwell,
Can I run?
Stalkers hear me,
breathe.
Lord of my life,
I need comfort.
If I die,
please accept
my soul.
Morning comes,
Sun is bright.
God has got me
through the night.
Despair or prayer?
Light or Darkness.
We choose,
Life is made by us,
choosing wisely.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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