I am the mid life rider in the world going to hell, I dream the pretty things that your heart can sell, so walk with me in the hours of the death, meet the angels give into the last request, test your faith as they lay your love to rest
I cry to myself, her face like an angel left on a high shelf No tears left to fall A cup of oil Drifting in The hall
Trouble finds a way to stop and visit each day Trance of love fails to relate Message in blues Strummed to a life In hate
We are the edge of shadows spent now How do you see past when and how Trust in being spent Dropped past lent
Come and visit pure faith seen Was it a truth or dying dream Held the cup to mark her head Said the words as she read
Cross and candle smoke up Bending a write to need Seed of hope flower stream Last drop calls
I met the priest at the door, we wiped the souls that had fallen to her floor, all is written in the letters red, passed before the cross of stations yet to be said, no better gift can give, the life of one so that many more can live
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
A young student is interested in learning coding programs. He applies and is rejected because of his age. He does not give up and tries again and is accepted. Eventu
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