I turn again to find a gaze
Deepened dark fused like maze
So call the rain to find my way
If hark herald the heavens say
Then give my life a simple day
And my soul a song to play
For in the strife I merely face
I'll roll along some path to grace
So raise the heavens and shout my name
Should I miss my call to fame
Lest the praise I seek to find
Leaves a kiss to melt my mind
For I have grown wild a child
Though sheperds did raise me mild
Yet have sown the seeds of heat
To blossom as feathers to fan my beat
Should I call failure then my foe
As arch-enemies tipped toe to toe?
Hoping as when I make my mark
With certainties to light the dark?
Come then I beckon to myself another tommorrow
..Shaking the trees of divinity bare of its sorrow
Cry no more then my heart if you can, for you have suffered
Suffered unfree of life's promises plundered
..and of dreams held captive to ransom
For in the unchanging that marks my everyday
I'd rather have me shift from grass to grace
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