Now, by George Chow
I do not have the guts to see kids grow up helpless,
from wonders to vain.
I do not have the guts to see beauty fade to oldness,
with a heart fill by defintion than to be excused from
space and rooms of virgins.
I do not have the guts to get to know further from
its lines of complicity and wrinkles of laws and ghosts.
I do not have the guts to speak as the Christ,
in time of begining to end is a particle of plan to expect
My gut is to live God's desire before God give me another
|Posted: 2017-06-29 01:31:11 UTC|
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