The plate is heavy

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The plate feels heavy
I think it's going to drop
All the bad things keep happening
Nothing worse could be you not being home
The worry eats me alive
I say, yes, I am alright
Smiling
The tears come at night
Webs wrapped around the dark night
A wild mind
I pray and pray and beg God for your safety
Then I say a little prayer for me
The bad things keep happening
But God keeps you in his sight
The pain we have been feeling
Can not compare to the joy that is coming
When you walk through the door on that bright and sunny day
God, I'm so thankful to live through the pain

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