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[sweetatheena]

Dear god,
that gives me many battles
why so must you torture me?
I am not as strong-willed  as you may think
You have made me face trechorous demons
all of which i have conquered
i have walked through the fire and found only water to subside the pain
so why now am i faced with such a battle that i cannot fight and win on my own?
everytime a battle is ended a new one emerges
i'm making a map of my journeys; taking only memories along
glancing behind me on my road to you 
i realiz, every stone gets larger and harder to turn.
for these are the stepping stones of life
but this single stone is like none conquered before. with its age, shape, and weight i may not be able to turn it. 
when the day comes that an unmoveable stone i face
i will not hide from you my lord
i will not be a disgrace
i shall smile in confidence that i have done my best
i've taken every burden and walked every mile 
i left but one stone unturned
and not is my time to rest