I Want To Live...
I want to live.
Not die a little every day,
From Hoplessness, the worlds way.
The Grey's of compromise becomming clear,
Show the Darkest colour here.
And everywhere just now,
The brightest mind to bend and bow,
To suppose what if somehow,
He really be?
Our time is running out.
Desperate steps to get us out.
A loving Father's comfort near,
Whisper gently in our ear
I AM !
...Written in 1986 by R.G. Fowler of Blessed Memory (Meridel's Younger Brother)
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