Our light is gone,
but spirit is near,
watching us shed every tear…
surrouded with love
but living in fear.
As we wander through our days,
seemingly in a constant haze,
inward seeking not without,
guided by faith,
yet still in doubt.
Where are we headed,
to the light?
Trying mightily
to begin a flight
toward our dreams,
to no avail.
Looking upward
love prevails,
inspiration comes to those…
believing in the night,
all is possible
tis our right.
Keep on dreaming,
to learn the meaning,
and creating paradise…
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