What it brings, gives ... takes
Surely it cannot be forsaken
Gods Love is to abundant
A water fall of Joy and Peace
May it increase
In each ladder of heartache and bliss
Here I lay
As defenseless as a cricket chirping in the midnight hour
Concluding conscious and unconscious decisions
How sweet the mist of the air can be
How lucky are we?
To be Free
In thought and in voice
To withhold is your choice
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