Thunder crashes, Thunder rools. Last drop of hope as the death bell tolls. Not my own but someone elses, lightening strikes and i catch their eyes. A straight on look into what it's like, to fear a dark and stormy night. It's like they are saying have my possesions, have my pride, but please oh please, don't take my life. i watch and see their eyes grow wide all in just the moment that i caught their eyes. But what do i do? i stare on through...saying man, im here for you. but what does that do to help them through? in their widening eyes is when i realize there is one gift, one prize. and that is the gift of everlasting life.
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