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The Stall [Am amaze am amaze the Riva has came]

Contributed by SurenderRose on Wednesday, 21st September 2005 @ 06:46:21 PM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

The Stall [Am amaze am amaze the Riva has came]

The days I count them like a river in the stall
I watch them like an amazing hall
When time raise it makes me cry
Neva wish it but ma dreams could die
Raise the heaves and watch it fall
But when its raise it never calls at all
When we run we cant not hide
The soul holds what the heart reside
Raise my hands and hold my hearts
The foaming air is torn apart
I never new wat dieing means
Buts its Satan sad like greens get green
I Remember time Cuz reading books
It comes too me like hooks get hook
And weather cold like Reify clouds
The poor dat cries makes the rich as how
I Resign tmy soul dat I wish I hold
Remembering dat new goes old
So sing a song dat u cant sing
Look up high and pray for our king
And remember dat I count our days
And dat the river will cross our ways
Falling angels please do the do
And remember dat high angels can fall too
Raise ur hand and remember dreams cum true
The time we spend is untenably Fair
Like glowing stars and Regina’s hair
I pray for my unfitting ways
It comes too me like raining days
I wonder y they cry false tears
Like tamping eras and dreaming years
Why do we cry for dying lifes
Why husbands lies to weeping wives
Askin why is interrelating to me
But with out dat question one cant not be
So lets Ask why when and who
Or dat question will once again run and ask back too u
When I cry I wipe ma tears
Forgetting about the shatter years
Temp a vowel so let it be
And your virgin young will say I c
I pray to u with poems of heart
Instill dis day Am torn apart
Talley v insoralaye
I said ma words and said goodbye

Amy Mbengue

Copyright Â© SurenderRose ... [ 2005-09-21 18:46:21]
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