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My Lord
My heart is hard, my soul Feels black.
Even on the brightest days, All I see is shade.
I'm full of disease,
All I feel is stress.
I wake up depressed,
never knowing what day This might go away.
I just don't have the fight,
I used to have before.
I'm tired of the fight,
I just want to go home
To the Lord.
© Tracy Collins