Gerry Legister (21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)
That Hidden Desire
I lost that hidden desire
The things I once possess,
I think I lost the blazing fire,
Dreaming of them become obsess.
Is life worth living?
When you lose the will to live
Work all your life labouring
Trying to give and forgive.
I am trying to recover
You can see that I have nothing,
No money hidden, only the will power,
Seeing that I have nothing.
You could try and help me,
Find myself doing something,
To help others trying to be,
What their soul want desiring.
Everything is worth nothing
Unless you become better person,
Seeing that you have nothing,
Living to give of yourself a reason.
Secret can no longer hide the changing
When you’re getting old,
It’s worth desiring to sacrifice everything
To save a single lost soul.
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