If it's yea, of the lightest heart, I'll sing,
Towards heaven, exulting all the way,
In meadows, I'll dance, but to grass I'll cling,
Afraid that a breeze, might waft me away.
If it's nay, the heaviest of souls, I'll sink,
The sky, I'll bear, clad in a mourner's frock,
Should I walk on granite slabs, I'd still think,
To dent footprints, upon the solid rock.
If maybe happens to be the last word,
A change of heart, may favor what is true,
I'll wait, for time I very well afford,
If eternity, add a day or two.
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