Heart in My Hands
This dear heart I search for,
I tried to fix, I tried to restore
Yet I have a void in my chest.
The thoughts I have won’t let me rest.
Through the day, through the night
I fight, that joy and peace to have I might
Around and around, where can I turn?
A crest in the moon, a hole in the ground
I sit in deep depression as I mourn.
I hear, but how do I feel?
A burn I taste with every sound.
Still, This dear heart I search for
I tell my mind to look beneath
For it is my core.
Oh father, Please help me to restore,
I hold, I squeeze, yet I hesitate
Whether, to breathe.
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Alphonso Gowah
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