Posted in Poetry, Recovery, Writing

THEY SAY

I never do what they do
Who cares what they say
It's your experience to go through
It's black or white, never grey

The grey area leaves you confused
Taking unsolicited advice
You can't decide what to choose
But you end up paying the price

Everyone must pay the piper
Whether a good or bad choice
They molest your ears
So you can't hear the inside voice

The voice that comes with the silence
To let you know that all is well
Your ears suffer the violence
From the screams of hell

Audio visual sound
Coming from people all around
Where are you God? I can't hear you.
How did I get lost when I'm found?

The mind is so blind
Lord, give me a sign
When it rains it pours a rainbow
From the sunshine

You went back to your own will
Listening to them still
No one knows His will for you
You can't control how they feel

It's not your duty to appease
Everyone's emotions, Just For Today
God has a purpose proposed
And it doesn't matter what they say.



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Son of a preacher. College graduate in Mass Communications. Photographer. Writer. Creative. Innovative. Lyricist. Child of God. Lion Hearted Lamb. Addict.

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