Why does it seem we are defeated so,
the sorrow, the pain it never let's go,
So much stuff in such a short life,
how can we all beat this strife.
I don't understand this pain all the time,
but one day maybe I'll find,
the answer so sweet as I FLY to the sky,
Your love sustains me even in this life,
Oh how the sorrow just keeps us so blind,
Oh how the pain just takes over,
it seems at times,
So one day Lord, when I see your hand in mine,
you will take me home,
it's going to be truely divine.
Written By://©Betty Bolden
12-14-06
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