Dry and dusty, My soul wore a dirt-caked film; Stale and musty, It begged to be filled with love. Waiting for the release While screaming aloud; Praying for the tears, To dissolve this black cloud. Sunlight invasion, The heavens finally broke through; Longing to see Him From an unobstructed, clear view. Waiting for the release While screaming aloud; Praying for the tears, To dissolve this black cloud.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this during a period in my life where my soul and life in general felt really bare and cracked. I didn't even have tears; my well had run dry. So I prayed--and God broke through, just like the sun breaks through clouds on a stormy day. That was the image I got after recieving my answer.
Birth sign: Taurus
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