To teach is to touch life forever
To be in someone's heart
To guide like the spirit of the God
Felt...seen, though eyes are shut
With that holy hands that slides so cold
Poke your nails in my life
Spread like the prop roots of a maize
That I may live on stiff
Let me bleed out immorality
Inject me with moral
Via your words that prevails cool like winds
That I may reach my goal
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