I searched for Truth, and found the Star
I searched the ocean near and far
And found its' pain a bitter pill
The price: 'to pray for my enemies' still
But with all I've gained and all I've lost
My stubborn will was stirred with frost
The Son's pinnacle, where I use to rest,
Seemed too far away for such happiness
Thus I shared the pain of others so fine
With hearts so true and minds so blind
It was Beauty's Beast I'd rather have had
Than the chains of religion and their ego fad
Now up near the ocean is where I'll be
Searching for my heart's dream reality
Despite the storms of life that get in my way
Father's love keeps me strong each day
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