Done

by Iola   Jul 23, 2007


With love
I'm done
I'm done with belief
I'm no longer choosing grief
Looking above
At the loving One
Whom allows me to breathe
Just to breathe

Done with you
And each clown
I'm done, I'm through
No longer I will frown
Looking above
To the One I love
Whom allows me to try
He doesn't lie
Don't lie

Done with all
Who want to see me fall
Down to the ground
Without a sound
Looking above
To the only Source of Love
He's created me
That's all I see

Done.

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