The quiet still,
Of voices near.
Leave my heart,
To wander here.
The light and sound,
Lonely ground.
Lost but found,
Wander bound.
From bended knee,
I try to see.
Above the trees,
Dear God I plead,
You know my needs.
I beg you stop,
My heart that bleeds.
April 12, 2014
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