Is my heart not beating?
Has the journey of my soul began?
For yet it yearns to reach out
Is there even a reason to hope?
The will is weak, but not yet dead
Deals for strength running through my head.
In prayers silent as the nigh
In dreams screaming, wanting to hide.
As life passes without a sigh
Looking towards heavens quiet sky.
The heart still beating as I wake
Still of the world, resting by the lake.
Written By: Sandie Divan
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