Prayer
What does one do when the peace is fading from your being and all you know is crumbling from your grasp.
All the love that once overwhelmed you with goodness seems to be as far away as the moon.
You reach for it and you think you've caught it and then it sinks back into the sky and is farther away then before.
It teases and tricks you until you fall back defeated.
When oh Lord will there be a sure thing.
When will the pure reality not be so harsh but full of warmth.
Like thunder rumbling over the hills in a vacant land, where people are as blind as you are, and truth seems so crazy and misunderstood that there is no meaning.
Where everything and everyone is one huge mask that no matter how much you try you can not penetrate to see what lies behind it.
Where is the love
Where is the love
All the love that once overwhelmed you with goodness seems to be as far away as the moon.
You reach for it and you think you've caught it and then it sinks back into the sky and is farther away then before.
It teases and tricks you until you fall back defeated.
When oh Lord will there be a sure thing.
When will the pure reality not be so harsh but full of warmth.
Like thunder rumbling over the hills in a vacant land, where people are as blind as you are, and truth seems so crazy and misunderstood that there is no meaning.
Where everything and everyone is one huge mask that no matter how much you try you can not penetrate to see what lies behind it.
Where is the love
Where is the love
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