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The Storms Of Life
When we were born we think
All will be fine and well.
Then the storm of roses came,
Days and nights full of thorns
And the rumblings go on.
The bushes are quiet and
Noisy, the blinding lights.
The luring darkness, thick
Pall of misery, and the
Unending wailings, strange.
In this storm of life, there
Exists a thousand, sweet storms.
The sudden chill creeps in,
And the wind starts to blow.
Man, like a day we fade.
Sin a mastermind of
Injustice and suffering,
The storms of life are the
Fires that build and break; two
Edged sword. Sin does kill.
The embers will not stop,
It is what it is, yeah;
Breaking of bones, cranking
Like the engine of a
Car, the sleeper suffers.
© Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
All will be fine and well.
Then the storm of roses came,
Days and nights full of thorns
And the rumblings go on.
The bushes are quiet and
Noisy, the blinding lights.
The luring darkness, thick
Pall of misery, and the
Unending wailings, strange.
In this storm of life, there
Exists a thousand, sweet storms.
The sudden chill creeps in,
And the wind starts to blow.
Man, like a day we fade.
Sin a mastermind of
Injustice and suffering,
The storms of life are the
Fires that build and break; two
Edged sword. Sin does kill.
The embers will not stop,
It is what it is, yeah;
Breaking of bones, cranking
Like the engine of a
Car, the sleeper suffers.
© Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
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