Lord, just give my spirit some peace
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A sign from the heavens;
Maybe my anxiety will decrease
In reputations like the leavens.
Filled with so much burden
Leaving ponder for the next generation
Filled with concerns uncertain
That made lead to frustration.
Minds are overwhelmed with too much weight
A series of constant awakening nightmare
Untouchable to anyone's debate
Soon for no one to possibly share.
It rains& pours
outside the mistful sunshine
The emotion that brings constant sores;
Only ones that burns a line
For nothing more.
angellica marie shackelford