Sunday, November 27, 2005
Unpolished, Unfinished
So many gone so young
Too many gone so young
I stand among the wars
And the illness
And the storms
Asking always questions
And getting blank stares
Where is my faith?
Why does it never fall
From above creation
Down easy on my weary?
So many gone so young
Too many gone too young
I stand out in the rain
And the sunshine
And the wind
Standing always searching
Standing one day alone?
So many gone so young
Too many gone so young
I stand among the wars
And the illness
And the storms
Asking always questions
And getting blank stares
Where is my faith?
Why does it never fall
From above creation
Down easy on my weary?
So many gone so young
Too many gone too young
I stand out in the rain
And the sunshine
And the wind
Standing always searching
Standing one day alone?
// posted by sinner @ 7:24 PM 
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