Chillin' Breeze
Just as I felt that chillin' breeze,
I thought: "Oh my Lord, please!
Give me some time to live at ease.
I just want to experience peace."
Struggles are made of concrete walls.
We build them up, we climb, we fall.
I want to feel that soft, green grass.
The beauty that so many others pass.
The one's I loved has gone ahead.
They lie and rest on cloudy bed.
But there's beauty still to see.
It's all around me.
So please, oh Lord!
I don't want to go aboard.
Give me some time to live in peace.
Now I feel that warm, lovely breeze.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-04 at 11:31
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