Make it turn back If it is falling apart Make it hold tight If it just slipped from you Make yourself worthy of it Only your soul can be imprinted to it.
From the origin of human race, In the reckoning of all the sins you will be facing God’s face. Believe that it belonged to you As It was always yours Just lost somewhere around Somewhere in the crowd But You already knew you are its real owner You owned it . If time comes, you can be its slave. Like you are born to be rooted to it. Like You take every single breathe only for it Make it your zenith. Certainly, there will be dawn of the truth. And it will be yours.
Just imagine How you ever wished for it? Did you ever? If yes then it’s meant to be yours forever. You are destined to be with it till the eternity. Create and write it in your destiny. Stop being a waver for the fidelity.
If you lost the faith ,then you are perished. It is the audacity of dashing hopes That makes us rise above all After all it’s the life that need to be cherished.
Sing it along as your last song. The last song of hope, believe and love.
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Running, searching, seeking, looking for that sign The one that says your welcome, please come inside The sign that says your wanted The sign that says your mine Running, searching, seeking looking for that sign A red rose resting on
To many drugs! Yes, I said to many freaking drugs! As I once thought you could never do enough, But now my whole world is completely and utterly messed up, Where I’m nearly forced to say that, yes, enough is
Jesus, hope for the world Hope for the ones who are Tired and fearful and looking For rest Jesus, glorious and ruling With love and with peace for A world that seeking the God who will redeem and Bring comfort
Hero never whispers, makes all clear Before man born were in ancient world lies? They say it wasn’t solid transmission Words been spoken aloud Slow pictures out of focus getting sharp Surrounded stiffness of plenty spikes You live in the