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Shapes of What Could Be
By Sista Soulja
©2005

Lost, confused, no ray of light
My vision gone like in the darkness of a dream
In front of me lay shapes of what could be

I've tried to put the pieces together
But they don't fit
This one seems right, it must go here
No, maybe this way
I know, try another
One by one, each piece set aside
A desperate cry for help

The reply?
My own
This must work, you're doing it wrong
Here's the way
Then faintly another familiar voice
But I'm busy, I must make this fit
I know how I want the outcome to work
Forcefully trying now, nothing works

There they lay, shapes of what could be
Lost, confused, no ray of light
My vision gone like in the darkness of a dream

The voice again. Listen. Stop doing.
"I know the way
I Am the way, the Truth, the Light
Your shapes are not Mine. Lay them down.
Wait on Me.
In the right time, in My time you will see
And the picture? It will look like me."

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