Last in line,
Always waiting.
Your turn
Never seems to come.
You never seem
To stand up for yourself.
You never seem
To owe it to yourself.
Born in a
World of the living,
But you feel
So dead inside.
You never seem
To give your life a chance.
You never seem
To break out of your trance.
Time flew by
Like the wind upon your face.
Standing there,
With your never-ending grace.
You never seem
To show any emotion.
You never seem
To react to aggravation.
Always calm,
Never-ageing.
But inside,
Your mind is old.
You never seem
To say a word.
You never seem
To be absurd.
Around you,
The world is growing.
Only you,
Are dying, just waiting













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I am never alone,
For God is always with me.
I am a lost sheep,
And God is my shepard.
Always letting me back into the herd,
Eventhough I have strayed countless times.
So don't fret,
When you're lost.
God'll find you,
Again and again.
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