David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Friday, 17 January 2020


The thought of death scares me as I wait here for my fate.

The days that are behind me anger me today

For all I've done is waste my time not doing what I should.
I never thought my days would come and go as quickly as the rain

I've searched within my mind to find my twisted road, but the journey through my mind is misted by the
signals from my soul.

God free my vision from these chains unlock my destiny
I need a clue, I need a sign, please open my closed gate.

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