Deep inside my mind,
Peace haunts my design.
Leaving it all behind,
To find a soul refined.
Intertwined with the whole,
Playing the hardest role.
It's taking its toll,
Strength is falling below,
The threshold I know.
What will it take to grow,
From this place of sorrow.
I only see my shadow,
Where is the glow,
The joy that I bestow.
I fall deeper still,
My heart is guiding my will.
Sadness the hill I face,
As I navigate through this place.
A race that don't believe,
A family won't receive,
The words I'm trying to leave.
Blinded by those who deceive,
Keeping you in your seat,
Every Sunday you repeat,
Leaving your world at their feet.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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