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FETURE
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Is it hatred, is it fate, is it lost sauls that can't wait.
Is it love? Is it trust to go through life? It is a must.
Is it faith or time we hate what will help us through the gate?
What is waiting just beyond a blissful life where pain's all gone?
Sin like quicksand pulling us under, we stumble trip and sometimes blunder.
We hear the call of distant thunder no longer will we roam and wonder.
Look into my eyes so deep see feature we all shall reap.
© Mary Bowie
Is it hatred, is it fate, is it lost sauls that can't wait.
Is it love? Is it trust to go through life? It is a must.
Is it faith or time we hate what will help us through the gate?
What is waiting just beyond a blissful life where pain's all gone?
Sin like quicksand pulling us under, we stumble trip and sometimes blunder.
We hear the call of distant thunder no longer will we roam and wonder.
Look into my eyes so deep see feature we all shall reap.
© Mary Bowie
