A Poem by wordman
I have searched for god,
and he has searched for me.
I`ve been searching,
searching to be free.
Like a bird, on a wire,
like a log, on a fire.
smoke rising like me,
just trying to be free.
And satan,
riding my back.
tossing me to and fro,
looking for a place
my soul can go .
But can`t you see,
I`m like the smoke
rising from the fire,
I just got to be free...
Good write word- man
The darkness is out there
You have to rise above it.
KS
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