Do you believe in transient me
more than I do in perfect you?
Do you believe beneath my words
I nurture trust in hallowed you?
Do you believe under my skin
the pain of life is craving love?
Do you believe the cells of me
cease to exist when I depart?
Do you believe the words “my soul”
are not the making of my mind?
Do you believe the game called life
is not a joke and not bad luck?
Do you believe I shall not hide?
Do you believe I can be true?
Do you believe there’ll be the day
I will be free as joyful you?
20.03.06
To God
© Copyright: Наташа Браун, 2011
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