In tough times we rely on what we cannot see

It pleases me to reach into the depths of divinity

When i’m granted strength to hold on

I lay on the rock that God gave me

And think that I will never stop letting him use me

For my indifference is my purpose

And my righteousness dives into a stream

Formed with happy

I am content and my willow floats merry

You cannot see all that I am

I mark my path with what has found me

 to my knees Before

This is grandiour

And I will not regret

 but sweat

and extend of my skills

That have shattered me

I am in pieces hoping to achieve

An endless bouquet of words that

Can not only bring me empathy but also respect


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