complaint
The heart that complains
Has an eye cast to the floor
And seeks to deny God
His throne
Has an eye cast to the floor
And seeks to deny God
His throne
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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