The lights sing as a choir to the King
The wind blows like bagpipes through the fields
The leaves and petals of spring dance and twirl along
As I walk to the rhythm of the tune and the music is fine!
I hum a lil ditty to worship along with nature
And it changes the lives radically
When I come across falls park down main street
Greenville hustles and bustles busily
The homeless ragamuffins play on the street
Begging for just a penny or two, as they play to their 110%
The music is medicine to the broken soul and reaches out
O listen to the poor man speak of his misery
Reach out to him and open his ears to the Song
Invite him to join til he too shouts "the music is fine!"
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The Ragamuffin Path
PoetryElijah Rowan Killinger has bipolar disorder. Along with the severe moodswings she has been addicted to pornography and is struggling with binge-eating disorder. She is a recovering cutter and finds it difficult to believe that she can be forgiven fo...