Collection of old poems:
"It belongs to you" (November 2012)
As I lie down and close my eyes I pray against my fears
Let me dream of happy things, laughter and good cheer
But soon the sandman comes and leads me down a path
He leads me to my wicked thoughts, my fears, and to my wrath
When I'm there it feels so real, the pain, it's like brand new
I've seen some things, done by me, that only the devil would do
As I wake drenched in sweat and wipe away my tears
I know it's him that haunts my dreams and whispers in my ears
He preys upon my weakness, and the pain that's from my past
But I stand against him, from today until last
I pray to you my Lord, my God, and feel my strength renew
The devil may try to take my soul, but it Belongs to You.
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