I want to sleepMy thoughts however...Why can't they stop?Why do they keep repeating?Why do I have to remember?In the end I'm still awake,Begging them to cease.
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My eyes looked into yours.Was I accidentally falling for you?Little did I know that I was.Your dreams ran into mine.Was it a coincidence?We were very similar.I never thought I would need you so much.Who knew that your time would change all of mine?I never planned for these moments with you.
I'm walking down the streetHeading to a far away areaTrying to relieve the painMy tears mixed with the rainYou can't heal something whenYou haven't cleansed it fully out.I felt cleaned and refreshed.I kept walking down the streetAnd I didn't give in to the pain.
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,Weak, wretched sinner though I be),My trembling soul would fain be Thine;My feeble faith still clings to Thee.Not only for the Past I grieve,The Future fills me with dismay;Unless Thou hasten to relieve,Thy suppliant is a castaway.I cannot say my faith is strong,I dare not hope my love is great;But strength and love to Thee belong;Oh, do not leave me desolate!I know I owe my all to Thee;Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be,
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,And yet a Pit --With Heaven over it.To stir would be to slip --To look would be to drop --To dream -- to sap the PropThat holds my chances up.Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!The depth is all my thought --I dare not ask my feet --'Twould start us where we sitSo straight you'd scarce suspectIt was a Pit -- with fathoms under it --Its Circuit just the same.Seed -- summer -- tomb --
What does the hangman think aboutWhen he goes home at night from work?When he sits down with his wife andChildren for a cup of coffee and aPlate of ham and eggs, do they askHim if it was a good day's workAnd everything went well or do theyStay off some topics and talk aboutThe weather, base ball, politicsAnd the comic strips in the papersAnd the movies? Do they look at hisHands when he reaches for the coffeeOr the ham and eggs? If the littleOnes say, Daddy, play horse, here'sA rope — does he answer like a joke:I seen enough rope for today?