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Bound For Light

Some Odd Direction

By SchmalzPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Bound For Light
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I hopped on

The train of glory

To peaks I'd never been

I hopped off

A mile away from sin

I found out

Just how life had been

Took to stealing

Made my way of living

Bitter and cold soul

What was lost and unforgiven

All this joy I had found

Was always misgiven

Downwards I was bound

And so much evil I had found

Running through some addiction

Anything was ripe for picking

Till I cursed my existence

I was washed

Down on the river

It was there I found

All things I had been missing

Me and the shamefuls

Songs of love and lies abound

Freed from my condition

Lost the train of glory

But here I found a new mission

And when the next train runs

And Sunday morning comes

Truth won't be lost

And we still got time for vision

Utilizing our intuition

Exalted from inhibitions

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Schmalz

Welcome to my page! I am a writer whose interests are vast and believes in the art of the word. In my writing you will find Non-Fiction, Fiction, and poetry in pursuit of the value of language.

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