As this body lifts its eyes toward the sky,
The treetops as they sway,
It remembers what it used to look like,
When the eyes were controlled by a different mind.
And th body misses that mind.
Times like these,
When where she ends up doesn't matter,
But far away seems better than anywhere around here.
And can God heal this body.
And it has to be possible,
But will it be done.
For the first time since long ago,
Her new found hope,
comes from a constant.
And it won't fail,
And has ultimate Power.
But she is still, stays to watch it,
Unlike the running she did
For uncertainty.

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