days

We seek an outcome
while worshiping any pain
This is what makes us strong,
this is what makes us pray

We feel abandoned
and in some ways abused
Tumbling on a string
between trust and the truth

When tired we seek 
our shelter, hiding, weak.
Green grass whisper soft 
All fears lost

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