Page after page, I read and reread
I’ve read so many times, some times it’s hard to see
But yet I keep reading.
Reading, I’m believing
I’m believing there’s something else for me.
The pages that hold life hold my hand
The pages that teach truth teach me to stand
I read of a Man, who did more than I can
He’s asks me to follow. He asked me to follow...
Marked and worn, the pages still cry
Dirty and torn, they still ask me why
Daily I choose, daily I dive
Dive into this water...
and now I’m alive.
by Sacha Kravig
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