Blue stream

I follow the stream
And swim along the sea
Tearing at the seams
Within me, a scream
And I know
Oh I know
Everything
Happens for a reason
A great grandiose scheme
Written in
The papers that describe
Our lives
Speaking truth
Within the lies
A broken voice
Serving as a useless device
Praying to the skies
To The Divine
Asking his forgiveness
Asking his permission
Asking him to overlook
All of my transgressions
Following my blue stream
In the darkest hours I see
A small little lively dream
Dancing up and down
Left and right
North and South
East and West
Going around in circles
Circling me
And I can never grasp it
Hold it
Understand it
Only behold it
A gleam of hope
A little shimmer of light
Floating around me
My only reason to smile
I see it there
In my future
Beckoning me ahead
If I work and work
Really hard for it
Grasp it I shall
Hold it dear and near
Take along the journey with me
On our newly blue stream
Smile at one another
Because of one another
In the presence of each other
We are immortalized
The happiness would finally smother
Our sadness, free our eyes
To see the beautiful starry skies
The starlight
That guided me
That once has set me free
Looking for it again and again
But it's asking me
To find a tangible piece of evidence
That this life is worth living
That God can be forgiving
That lost souls will find their way
The stars asked me to find proof
That we aren't just destined
To be sad and afraid

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