Charly0092
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Old shadows rise upon myself
As someone once said
“what good amid these oh me”, oh god?
Of the old stories that remain untold
Unseen and left forgotten
Like knives piercing through my skin, old and rusted
Merciful father lean your ear, listen
and In thine eternal arms carry me
Deliver me from the one that is wicked.
For I call on you
Be not silent to me dear god
Hear and have mercy on my heart
Night after night, unto thee will I cry.
As someone once said
“what good amid these oh me”, oh god?
Of the old stories that remain untold
Unseen and left forgotten
Like knives piercing through my skin, old and rusted
Merciful father lean your ear, listen
and In thine eternal arms carry me
Deliver me from the one that is wicked.
For I call on you
Be not silent to me dear god
Hear and have mercy on my heart
Night after night, unto thee will I cry.
