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Sea Of SorrowsThis sea is so cold. I’m so numb. This water’s so dark; So dark it hurts to look. Where am I? How did I get here? Where will I go? My feet are bricks. My lungs are filled with water. So heavy. So numb. If I stop swimming, will I drown? I’m so tired. My clothes are so drenched; So heavy. The tide is starting to rise. There’s an iceberg floating by, But its fate is no different than mine. When I slip under the surface, Will they find me again? Will it hurt? The waves are slapping me, Telling me to quit. “GiveSea Of Sorrows
by ~PastorBrad
Song 4We write a thousand pages that will never be read; just for the keepsake of tomorrow when all else is gone and dead. Who’s to say that this is real When we’re so numb we can’t even feel? The ashes of our love are left in a heap, and the wounds of the past are far too deep.Song 4
We focus our energy to please ourselves, and keep God in a Book on the bottom of the shelf. What makes us think that we have it all? Who will catch us when we're in a free-fall? All our sowing will be in vain when all we reap is corruption and pain. We've left our scar on the earth, &
by ~PastorBrad
Pains of SeperationWhy does it hurt so much to be apart? She’s always in the back of my mind, And sometimes it’s just so hard to find A place to rest my feeble head, Or a chance to catch my shallow breath.Pains of Seperation
To touch rock bottom, it feels like I have to reach up; It’s so hard to keep from allowing this to corrupt My way of thinking and my way of life. When will I be taken out from under this knife?
This knife that’s butchering my heart, causing this screaming. This knife that cuts out my tongue, leaving me speechless and bleeding. This knife that severs my nerves, leaving me searching
by ~PastorBrad
I Told You SoMy eyes are bleeding from all the tears I’ve shed. From the memories of all the innocent who’ve bled, Or from the memories who didn’t know Christ and are dead. I’ll bury my face in my pillow and drown in tears Because the materialization of my biggest fear Has come true after all these years.I Told You So
The bittersweet memories of when we used to sing and dance Have all come back to haunt me because I know there’s not a chance And there’s no way that we’ll meet again someday. For your neglect of His gift, now you pay. So all I can do is sit and pray For a peace of mine and my own s
by ~PastorBrad
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- Current Residence: Delaware, US
- Interests: God, Poetry, Books, Music, Skateboarding, Calculator Programming
- Favourite band or musician: Alot
- Favourite genre of music: Hardcore and Metalcore
- Favourite poet or writer: Poet - Bradley Hathaway Writer - Ted Dekker
- Operating System: Windows XP and Mac OS 10.4
- MP3 player of choice: Comp - Windows Media Player 10 Portable - Creative Nomad Zen Xtra
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2, PC, Mac
- Personal Quote: Accepting your lifestyle is like accepting death served on a silver platter.
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, Pen, Paper, Calculator, Bible, my trusty glasses.
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