Of The Essence

My soul is of the essence,
Deeper than wells of water
Filled with the tears from my weary soul
Crying out, wanting happiness
To come yet again
To take away the sorrows that begin
And never seem to end
But wait,
My faith is transcending
Never pending
The doubting turns to believing
Everlasting life and love
I know I am achieving
So it makes the fight worth it,
Never worthless.

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