The moonlight shining on my window pane,
others cries I hear and claim,
on my back wear your cross as my pain,
this was the life and the journey,
tortured to sustain,
I couldn't breathe the walls came in on me,
the words you were speaking, sounded foreign to me,
yet you continued to speak, the expression in your face softened,
the spell had been broken, it was never the same again,
The Star had fallen to the earth,
was unraveled, than clothed in divine worth,
beaten she never lost her luster,
this fallen Star, her voice was like thunder,
When she spoke, all others were silenced,
with her presence, his eyes were opened,
If he plead out this would be his sentence,
Monday, December 19, 2016
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