When my soul is drifting out to sea Over waves of foamy distraction Further out from land I flee My God you are still The waves billow and toss about Unsure the direction I’m pursuing Sitting submerged in self doubt My God you are still Drenched in forgetfulness Days, months, years slip by Stuck in…
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Our job isn’t to change people. To make them different or same like us. Forcing them into a perfectly shaped steeple. As they sit in rows quiet and straight, Hiding from others. Afraid of the potential hate. We live in a world that’s black or white. It’s one or the other, not full of color….