I was in the middle of cold haunty nights
only the skies has embraced my soul in heights
noone has noticed even the stars, i was wandering and lost my sight
only me and myself has sensed me i was really torn apart...
I was like then but dead though breathing
i woke up in morning yet was still sleeping
i was like about to drown as if my boat was sinking
but thank Him, He drew me up from my miry pit of drooping...
Myself... face my being!
don't hide turn on your thinking
let fly free on high... as high as the sky
fears will just steal your joy and so do mine
be whole... be filled and be fine...
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