Alone

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My days are dark, my nights are bright
I find my life unclear, bizarre and strange
I have no purpose. Death becomes my plight
I ask the stars if this will end or change
Nothing ever happens. It's rare, it feels
Inside as cold as ice, depriving life
I ask the sun and moon for heat to heal
Again, answers are none. I need my time
My time to dream, enjoy people I love
But then, I conceive that our world is small;
Problems big. Whats is wrong? Is God above?
I heard he's there to help, to bring relief
And still, we just suffer and still believe





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