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GRIEVED SOUL BY JOHN B KOROMA
My Body with shackles,
"my lips blocked with words"
tormented I am, but calm I will be.
who am I thinking?
am so young,
"while my soul depresses me"
grieved everyday about thee.
my folks not born with silver,
but they provide much oil.
then why am I grieveding?
dreams and ambition I thought!
"but comers will escape me"
listen you young, stop that
and pray with faith.
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"my lips blocked with words"
tormented I am, but calm I will be.
who am I thinking?
am so young,
"while my soul depresses me"
grieved everyday about thee.
my folks not born with silver,
but they provide much oil.
then why am I grieveding?
dreams and ambition I thought!
"but comers will escape me"
listen you young, stop that
and pray with faith.
© All Rights Reserved
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