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by Jurina Smith | |
Published on: Jun 29, 2005 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=5806 | |
God what happens tomorrow? As I burn sage trees Sick inside as the sage scent burns inside of me Scared to breathe, scared to BE ‘Leave me alone,’ I cry, but her spirit tackles me I picked a strange spirit that doesn’t want to leave me God what happens tomorrow? As I burn sage trees ‘Leave me alone,’ I cry, but her Spirit tackles me Scared to breathe, scared to BE Her strange spirit rather I live a lie Here it comes again to tackle me Scared to breathe, scared to BE No one there, no one here to protect me Afraid to BE, afraid to BE God what happens tomorrow? As I burn sage trees Sage trees protect me I beg of thee Scared to breathe, scared to BE, as I cling to sage trees God protect me as I cling to sage trees LET ME BREATHE LET ME BE give me tomorrow in thee I’ve learnt the hard way from Strange Spirit PLEASE GOD PROTECT ME—Bless me with the power of sage trees Please God let me breathe—Please God let me BE As I burn sage trees « return. |