Choices were made for the mighty options.
A job in the name of Jesus Christ.
Or go back home where I have missed.
Maybe stay on earth for a while with Star Wars.
to places i go..
The white washes off my bitter past.
Yet this cycle is not the same,
and the wounds give senses over the flesh.
Thoughts of death may just take me,
for a short cut to where I belong.
But the time is always there for me,
be ready for eternity.
I can not imagine how the wild flower grow in the spring.
I can not imagine how I hide frome the white Sun in summer.
I can not imagine how far for me to travel in Autum.
I can not imagine how those good food taste to warm the
winter.
Never would expecting a guest,
I have long forgotten I died, I die as well.
At this moment of waiting,
no drugs, no lust, no order, no creed.
as I stood firm with so long I have gone here.
as I sit strong with my mind watching the view.
A stag of knife may cut love to bleed.
Goodbye all..
One day we meet again,
without hand shakes,
There is nothing to mension,
without remember all the names pass by yet i knew..