Digging Deep-POOR OLD LU

So now hold your breath And set the stage Prepare yourself for the cynic’s rage Is it a question still of who is man? Or how they feel and what I am? But digging deep I found a way What more do I need to say? Gone through life and death And what remains If any blemish hang your head in shame Like a fever that just keeps you down Would you simply let it stay around? ‘Digging deep’ I guess I say Is more pridefulness of that day In truth I know that it is clear I was distant, God is near In the goodness and strife Found and empty wanting life Though so long made no sound With tears I bowed myself down Won’t you greet this man And hear his words? Maybe an open ear would make him stir Could a closed heart have saved all man? So now hold your breath and set the stage Prepare yourself for the cynic’s rage Is it a question still of who is man? Or how they feel and what I am? [[Category:Poor Old Lu]]

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