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Rocks in Shoes Hurt the MostIt's the little things that embed into the skin that give us the most pain.
The tones and phrases that constitute affection or disapproval.
Slight flick of the tongue to turn a conversation one hundred and eighty degrees.
Bodies speak more than words do, spilling what you really think.
Arms pressed to your sides, toes pointed nowhere, eyes staring at my own toes.
Glance at everything that moves, focusing on everything but me.
Are the tiny blots of black really the windows to the soul?
Can that camera tell me what you’re thinking?
What your eyes notice and concentrate on is the true answer.
Your whole being, each aspect is like a lett
Hosanna HosannaHosanna Hosanna
My glorious symphony
I pray to thee
I fall to me knees as my eyes flit up towards
Your ethereal greatness
My savior, my grace
Show me mercy
As darkness is all I have endured
I turn my hope unto thee
Warmth fills my heart, as I enter an abyss
You have given me a candle to light my way
I cast my eyes to you
Among the crowd I hold my arms in triumph
A fog has been lifted
The sun has risen
I sing, in these empty streets
I pray, beneath these filthy sheets
My blood no longer runs clear
Droplets of crimson seep into my pillow
To the I pray for forgiveness
For I have a darkness within my heart