Free

Hollow and alone
No feeling nor thought
Except fear somehow
Dread of the unknown
I asked a friend what
Was left to me now
She told me to do
What I had not done
Though there is no new
Thing under the sun
All things are new for
One undone before

I knew she was right
I needed to know
If I could do more
I needed to go
Outside into light
Perhaps to arrive
Where once I had been
To come out alive
Not hide in between
Living and dying
She said to believe
It was worth trying

I needed to find
A sense of release
A sense that my mind
Could find its own peace
And by believing
This I would receive
The measure of grace
One finds achieving
A purpose a place
For better or worse
For good or for ill
In the universe

To do as I will

It is up to me
If I am to be

Free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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. Go then. If it's praise you wish to recieve, then it shall be done, as it has been done many times before, and will be done many times to come. Obviousely those who care for you are virtually oblivious to you.


great write.

misty..