September 9, 2008
At the End of the day
To where are we on the way?
Are we on a journey truly together?
Can we bind our selves close -
As tightly as leather?
That we might join as one
That we might loosen our childlike ties
to those that provoke lesser selves
Can we sweep away those dusty shelves?
When we stand up to fear – it simply dies
Can we let it exit
To it’s darker doom?
Lock it up
Sweep clean with redeeming broom?
Shed light into this open room?
Feel the cool rays of destiny’s moon?
The travel of smaller minds
Cannot birth futures
That leave old pain behind
Leave it dead as past wounds fell
For Heaven’s alive
Honest Love is most well
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