Our Fix
Craving our fix, we knock on doors
That go unanswered, crawling on floor
We make our way through Hell and back
Because we crave this fix we lack
Junkies describe, this need their feel
Monkey crawling on arms that squeal
Hunger this want to feel at peace
White horse injected, their cure released
Ecstasy is what they'll say
But thats not what we write of today
Our fix is words we yearn to compose
To enter ones soul simple in prose
To touch your heart and make you sigh
To laugh out loud or make you cry
And if we touched your sentiment
Our sacrifice was well worth spent
We write with hope and Godspeed
To fill a void your every need
To bring closure or just a smile
Denied to you for quite awhile
We walk together to save someone
Painful torment todays not done
To heal a cut that runs so deep
To carve relief in you to keep
Our fix is you who made the time
To read our work of him divine
Of stories short and to the point
For souls to come and GOD anoint
Our Fix..... Read on and be fixed!
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