I am Fearing

The crystal light has fallen the voice I hear keeps calling no where do I spot an outlet I am trapped and it's starting to stink like a dead rat When will I sense beauty and delight when will god show me the light I am fearing sun will never shine on me and I'll be stuck singing the blues I am fearing no wings will I get and then the deadly sound will becoming here when it all will seem crystal clear the end is approaching and no one's prepared but god is always there.





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