The wave like blood, it circulates towards the heart.
Continuing to read to look that smart.
The scorching fires, the heaviest of them all.
Lucky that Cinderella made it to the ball.
Surprisingly fell short of the Glory of God.
Shapeshifting at will, back into the dog.
The Cloud 9 jouney, we move through the mist.
Loving the touch of my cheek, after she turns and kiss.
For our rights, we preach, we lay down th law.
Wondering how angels continue to fall.
No more pain, to motivate is a must.
Time to read the fine print, "In God We Trust."