HERE, in the chapel, I find a peace
That I've been missing in my life;
For troubles never seem to cease,
And every joy comes mixed with strife,
But maybe, tomorrow, the sun will rise,
And lungs will fill, and eyes will see
That days are a promise we get to keep,
And I am where I'm meant to be.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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