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fire burns water and gives it relief
as i look up at the sky,
i wonder when what day will i die.
a trip on some substance new to me,
enjoying the pleasure of ecstacy.
one day at a time, one day at a time,
an endless ongoing stupid rhyme.
i gaze at the roses of glistening red,
only a few times did i wish i were dead.
i am looking right now for the joy i have lost,
isn't that part of Christ's death on the Cross?
so i'll keep searching until i find,
the feel of joy and hope and peace divine.
