Sickness of The mindSicknessBy: Paul BoldingWhat is this I must take,Why must I wait,I just want to simply give,So I can once again start living,This darkness slowly creeping in,For it binds me in my nightmares inn,A dream world that is daily,An existence that cant be washed away be a little barley,A sense of hopelessness,Because of all the faithlessness,Why must I wait in this hell,Where I am guaranteed to fail,But I know I will be happy once again,And I will be in the happy inn,After a little while,The darkness will take over this multicolored mile,And I will be here once again,In my nightmares inn,Why must I
Angel FeathersAngel FeathersBy: Paul BoldingA gentle breeze blows today,As small white feathers fly away,Feathers from angel wings,I feel the new hope that they bring,A hope of happiness once more,A fulfillment that reaches to my very core,A hope for a new day,A hope that shows us a new way,So come harsh winds,And blow those angel feathers of hope to men.
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