To much of our time we consider only ourselves, in its painfull pretentious pose.
Perhaps, if only we applied our sense of importance in the venue of community, we could expereince the wholeness we are starving for.
What is it inside that has yet to bond relationally, is it part of what we are holding onto, not ready to release?
I have so many peices to my sense of identity I grasp onto like my limbs must come off first before I let go of what I hold, could you apreciate this?
What is it you are missing, is it what I have to offer, or you to me?
Maybe Ill spend the rest of my life subject to bewilderments and overpronounced emotions, if I choose to.
Give Peace a Chance
Perhaps, if only we applied our sense of importance in the venue of community, we could expereince the wholeness we are starving for.
What is it inside that has yet to bond relationally, is it part of what we are holding onto, not ready to release?
I have so many peices to my sense of identity I grasp onto like my limbs must come off first before I let go of what I hold, could you apreciate this?
What is it you are missing, is it what I have to offer, or you to me?
Maybe Ill spend the rest of my life subject to bewilderments and overpronounced emotions, if I choose to.
Give Peace a Chance
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