On the bridge at midpoint,
My vibrations are awakening receptors;
I thought I was lost, between the concrete.
I thought I missed my exit.
I thought it was too late.
But all I had to do was,
Give in –
I give into happiness and let it take me.
I give into my childhood wings and fly.
I give into peace.
I give into joy .
Now that we have arrived, midnight has two sons.
I can see the shadows guiding me
through the tombs of sorrow’s past.
And I won’t stop to check the time.
Hurry chile, cut asunder each blistering bone.
Hurry now, day breaks.
Through thine, eyes might we see, how to dream,
How to be.
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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