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True Friend
I gave of me, yet it wasn't returned
I offered my hand, to which it got burned
I sacrificed myself, but soon shunned aside
I offered my truths, to my face they all lied
I gifted my secrets, to others they'd tell
My heart now a fortress; my surface a shell
Yet despite all the others, I'm blessed in the end
For God took my hand when He made you my friend.
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Blanket of Gold
A Dandelion seed makes its home
Wherever the wind deems it to roam
For when it lands, and where it grows old
It's legacy will be a blanket of gold
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Lost Friend
Shattered remains are concealed within
A fragile existence behind camoflauged grins
Distant stares from deadening eyes
Fails in vain to conceal the lies
To me a disguise, yet others can see
That I lost a friend, and that friend is me.
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Defeated
Defeated:
Is not some arbitrary score.
Did I give it my all
Or could I've done more?
For the greatest of victories
Is not measured in feet,
But in facing the battles
Not cowering in retreat.
When the game's end tolls
the scoreboard will say,
If I gave it my best,
It's a victorious day.
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Peace
I release myself. I want no more
Turbulent waters eroding my shore
I'll drift from bad, and focus on good.
Forgive all others, and do as I should
I'll give for giving, anonymous is best.
Count my blessings, and long for less.
I'll pause for nature, and free my mind,
And never forget the gift of time.
I'll share my talents answering Your call
Give to others if ever they fall.
Carry a torch to illuminate Your light
Never surrender the fight of good fights.
Though not deserving I beg for your grace
In helping my soul to finish this race.
Like the hand You laid upon the restless seas
Calm these waters, and grant me Thy peace.
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