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I wish I had the words to describe,
How I am feeling inside.
I look out the window,
Pain is all that I know.
I strive for His love,
To only lose what I have struggled so long to find.
In the end, does it even matter?
He is the comforter,
But then why does my heart constantly ache?
Though there could be peace,
It will never be until He comes again.
What am I to do until then?
Am I to be the world's puppet?
To be controlled by strings?
I strive for His love,
To only lose what I have struggled so hard to find.
In the end, does it even matter?
I cry out for Him to take me out of my misery.
I cry: my soft heart cannot beat in this world.
I cannot bear this any longer.
He can take my burdens,
But that does not change the fact that I am still in pain.
I strive for His love,
To only lose what I have struggled so long to find.
In the end, does it even matter?
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