Living but dead

Life without existence

Oxygen yet gasping to breathe

A heart with no beat

In a crowd but all alone

Yelling with no sound

A funeral with no body

Disowned and not remembered

Yet there is ONE

ONE that gives life

ONE that brings meaning

ONE that fills my lungs

ONE that died so I could live

ONE that goes with me everywhere

ONE that makes me sing

ONE that celebrates my life

ONE that wrote my name on His palm.

Thank you, DADDY.

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