live me in every midst, capture the tongue
that thirst and be the speechless voice of myself,
where my purest heart renew my simple beginning
of serving your own way
let every feather capture every wind in the blue
sky; carried by its direction to fly and face every
hurdle that touches each wing, as it leads each day
to push my day to catch the morning dew
may my presence be the only note that pick in the
melody of songs you sing, for the flat and sharp
be the window to rest in your fuming fingers
show me the way to conquer like prophets and
wizards in the olden days and hold the carousel
of life, where you want me to play
make the day of today be in your songs of
tomorrow to hear from my lips of forever more in
your song and lead me to see the future of today
may this moment be the timeless touch of my
words to speak and ear to listen in your lasting
persuasive love ……
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