Yet I own a glimpse of time,
That takes me far far away,
Dream and destiny, the flawless chime,
Yet I never forget to pray..
Yet that star glistens in the dark,
To whisper through silence a lesson,
‘Distance and Day make a mark,
Yet beyond lies thy mission..’
Yet I pray for wings, the flight,
That never shall come to me,
Everyone can see when there’s light,
Yet, dark is when I want to see..
Yet another day goes by,
And with it, another night,
The sorrows depart, bidding goodbye,
Yet the struggle, of wrong and right..
Yet, I own a priceless melody,
That filters out every sham,
To it, I fall deaf during tragedy,
Yet I pray, Yet I am…
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