I'm So Over Fears
From the hands of my Creator,
These fresh wings spread even wider,
And those trees glow a lot brighter on that horizon
Despite the winter season’s chilly weather
Drip, dropping away by the ounces of my blood
Empty limbs cry out about being frozen
When I decide to break free
So tired of being afraid
I’m no longer secure
With living my Life in fear
Like those wild autumn trees growing in a symphony
Renewing specially granted lives of beauty
Down over the iron bars of Hell’s depths of chambers
Because the pearls of Heaven’s entrance may seem much farther,
But those branches will still be pointing upward
Those trees rising tall and high above any and all of the fear
Associating with that barren and chilling Time
Of a frost-bitten winter’s night
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