Nick Sym

In our everyday busy lives,
we take for granted the miracles we have received
Our perception of simple black and white,
Is a combination yet to be perceived
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There is a place within the world,
so secret that only I know where
And I was finally given permission,
it's location I now can share
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I travel through a corridor of mirrors,
there are no reflections for lack of light
Why can I not see myself?
have I lost my faith in sight
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There is a man of compassion,
who is part of my very soul
With his understanding,
he has made my life more whole
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There are no mysteries to ponder,
it is all in plain open view
Like walking through a meadow,
and getting wet from the morning dew
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Leaving footprints in the sand,
hand in hand you walked with me
As the sun slowly faded,
into the gentle blue sea
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We are all God's children,
and one day our time will come
When we will face our Father,
and his loving Son
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Let's go on a relaxing voyage,
not to far from home
Release your inhibitions,
and just let reality roam
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A spark has been some how created,
with the proper fuel it has started a flame
Making it's path all consuming,
the need for tears in the form of rain
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I look up into the sky,
and wonder what is in store
For in this the grand Universe,
there must be a whole lot more
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My emotions have taken a holiday,
I feel neither joy nor pain
They all have been washed away,
by an unexplainable internal rain
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Some call it a ball,
some would call it a sphere
There are those who would take hold,
then there are others that fear
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The ideas scurry through my fingers,
as the words of a broken thought
Finding no conclusive truth,
to the answers I have sought
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I gently set down the bottle, for it is empty just like the last
I thought there could be a glimpse of the future, but with this
drink there is only the past
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Crashing waves sound over the lightning filled skies
She stands by the shore with tears of joy in her eyes

The wind has no intention of catching her hair
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I walk through the garden, naked and unashamed
There is no one else to be found, no one else to blame

I am all alone, with nature as my only friend
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I shed a tear for our young ones,
but nobody seems to cry with me
They are left with what we leave behind,
so what is the world to be
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Ever present Guardian Angel,
who could you possibly be
You have never failed,
to constantly watch over me
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I take a long huddled walk,
on a cold mid winter's night
The cutting wind passes through my clothes,
feeling the clench of natures bite
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Please help me find true enlightenment,
Can one of the Lords Angels channel me to the path?
To find the perpetual love of our omnipresent God
and not the Devils wrath
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