Hidden Pains
I do not cry when doves fly
Whenever it rains
My tears are no longer flowing.
I ask God why
We betrayed Your confidence in this paradise You gave to us
Do you still love us?
Money and power are used to control others
The cross of Jesus on top of the church tower
There is no confidence in their religion.
Like a thief, They lay in wait.
As I look up at the morning sky,
The Butterfly is stunning
I am no longer perplexed as to why Your Love and Wisdom are my guiding Light.
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