Living on a silver planet,
Dreaming in greens and blues,
Sprawling on a violet pillow,
His black and white world is gone, vanished in the myriad of hues.
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I’ve jumped fences, I’ve climbed walls
I’ve had helping hands and hands that let me fall,
And through it all,
I’ve heard your voice calling my name.
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Come sit for a while
Come put a smile back on my face,
Because I just can't keep up with this pace.
Come hold me close
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It’s a cloudy night
Pure darkness, no light
Nobody in sight
What am I to do?
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Based on the book of Habakkuk, in the Bible.
How long, my Lord, how long?
Do you not see
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Margaret Smith was born in Fayetteville, North Carolina, and lived there until she was 10, when her parents became missionaries and moved the family to Russia. She has lived there for 6 years now, and attends Hinkson Christian Academy. Margaret Smith has two sisters, one older and one younger, and a cat and dog.)
The Soldier
Living on a silver planet,
Dreaming in greens and blues,
Sprawling on a violet pillow,
His black and white world is gone, vanished in the myriad of hues.
In his mind, he sees the red of the battlefield,
The white of his comrade's face,
The forest green of his nation's tattered flag,
The orange of the sun setting behind the base.
Yes, this soldier's world is no longer black and white-
Now the grey gravestone reads, 'A hero in his own right.'