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Loving Me One Day At A Time
A reflection of the soul cannot repair broken dreams
My orb of compassion gives me my soaring wings
Does anyone tribulations tell of their trials, their stories of old
Entwined destiny and fate of yesterday not foretold
In the splendor of now must heads in doubt, uncertainties hang low
Vanity is beauty’s twin self-worth, its magistrate on how the heart will compose
The battle must and it has to be won
Giving praise for hushed voices who sink in salvation as days furlongs
Allowing meek testimonies to give comfort to blind eyes, the weary ones
Who have no strength to continue on
Queens bow, we reign, but we never give in
We love, we live to fight another day, then again
We give credence to the past, present, we write the future as time mends
With honor and dignity, then we ascend
We find ways in gratitude, in determination to self-win
No time to look back, I’m sure things must still be done
A whispered heart speaks contemplation, not who people look upon
You blaze your glory and keep on shining, hoping, grace found in the measure of the smile
And this too shall pass, as you look back to see the sprints of your miles
When quietness seems the loudest, just close your eyes, inhale, slowly exhale, and then sigh
One life to live
One breath you give
No time to mental sink while you ponder to think
I have never given grace to stars, they always tend to shine
And in the darkest hour, they never stray from God’s initial designs
They are set in the sky for all to see and believe
A wonderous unto the universe as an equation to perceive
Comforting unto the glory becomes the asunder of the need
It’s your time to reach upon the divinity of your own twinkling one and without doubt, just be
Faith shall and will come when you least expect, just grasp on to the concept of that mustard seed
My orb of compassion gives me my soaring wings
Does anyone tribulations tell of their trials, their stories of old
Entwined destiny and fate of yesterday not foretold
In the splendor of now must heads in doubt, uncertainties hang low
Vanity is beauty’s twin self-worth, its magistrate on how the heart will compose
The battle must and it has to be won
Giving praise for hushed voices who sink in salvation as days furlongs
Allowing meek testimonies to give comfort to blind eyes, the weary ones
Who have no strength to continue on
Queens bow, we reign, but we never give in
We love, we live to fight another day, then again
We give credence to the past, present, we write the future as time mends
With honor and dignity, then we ascend
We find ways in gratitude, in determination to self-win
No time to look back, I’m sure things must still be done
A whispered heart speaks contemplation, not who people look upon
You blaze your glory and keep on shining, hoping, grace found in the measure of the smile
And this too shall pass, as you look back to see the sprints of your miles
When quietness seems the loudest, just close your eyes, inhale, slowly exhale, and then sigh
One life to live
One breath you give
No time to mental sink while you ponder to think
I have never given grace to stars, they always tend to shine
And in the darkest hour, they never stray from God’s initial designs
They are set in the sky for all to see and believe
A wonderous unto the universe as an equation to perceive
Comforting unto the glory becomes the asunder of the need
It’s your time to reach upon the divinity of your own twinkling one and without doubt, just be
Faith shall and will come when you least expect, just grasp on to the concept of that mustard seed
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