Ghost Sick

Desperation least wanted in mind haunted.

Inside, I find conscience genocide.

Of all ideas, fears I push, you keep tight in me the truth.

Wrecked on time, traveled, where I'm unravelled.

A place missed to the extent, where I now forget.

Now to know, the daze I failed to grow?

The Lord kept me not apart, when broken, to fix a broken heart.

When will the destiny build for me, from faith, peace.

Mind feels perplexed, associational context.

My will to give is not free, It yearns for independent equality.

A judgement, a sin, everywhere, there another fills the air.

This need to improve, to choose, sociology's, what to do.

War of psychology, many earned apology.

Superiority, you, me, hypocrisy.

A drink, easy speech, less service, equal defeat.

Doubt, worry, seek believing, hurry.

Wild the country, rough the sea, children play happily.

Good sense gone, wife to hold, together we grow old.

Evil is the will of nature, pure the peace, is our savior.

Family, friends, liars, all aspire, but in which to we inspire?

In the Lord I am free, from self, to love, outwardly.

Realms, shelves, bottle or book, to give, or to be a crook.

Live, let live, much to forgive, let live seems more the give.