Deliverance
In the depths of my despair, to the darkness of my soul
In symphony, brass band and good old rock and roll
I look up to the heavens reach for the stars
Yet truth be in reality I’m merely chasing cars
Would my charger strong and white send a guiding light
Or would it run away forever, into everlasting night?
My mind so strange, a tangled web of thoughts
I look for havens of safety in any friendly ports.
My ship sails on across the silent sea.
I beg, I scramble, I shout, I plea,
For those souls who are destined to sail on alone
Until they find peace in the place they call home
Copyright, Trace Senior June 2014
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