Shall you climb out of your past,
You’ll build bridges that will last;
Climb the qualms out your mind’s eye,
Shallow truth that is a lie;
Aspirations under one’s Sun;
Pleading that I come undone,
lust for hands that would receive
All the love I crave to give;
Without whims I step aside,
Colorless sounds of my pride;
just a pace of keys in light
Keeping angels out of plight;
Facing troubles to convey
the world’s turning ego’s sway,
candid sisters of the soul
asking that I lose control;
Thus the prayers that I sound;
reasons faith that shall astound
clarity of one’s content…
…on my skin embeds his scent.
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