constantly turning our backs on what we know.
Just when we have something good to hold on to
the door comes 'round and we're forced to let go.
The best things in life are left outside, waiting,
while the worst ones manage to force their way in.
We lose ourselves in this whirlpool of destruction and death,
completely oblivious to the presence of sin.
Then, suddenly we awake.
We build a bond that this door can't break.
It pulls us out of the crowd
and invites us to life on a cloud.
i really like the imagery of this poem..
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