I was born,
Given a name,
Called by name.
I grow up slowly
From infant to adult,
I become thoughtful
Like sage,
Often, often I dream higher.
I face death,
I face challenges,
I can see dealt,
I play with death.
The memories
Is like a scare
In my innocent mind
But am Vincent.
From week to week,
Month to month
And year to year
I become a swimmer
Of dreamer.
I have a future,
A figure of hero’s.
The cool genres of life
Dreaded in me.
Beauty of world
Landed and rested in me
As rest repine in God hand.
I care for life,
I live a life,
I cry for the intended sins,
Accidentally i make
By my panicked mind,
I pray for forgiveness.
Help me lord,
Have suffered a lot,
Heaven is my witness,
Let me reach the land,
A land of merry,
Where dream will no more be aborted.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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