......... prayer ..........

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let I own the shadows that seep into I's soul
yet still promise hold, a promise of sleep 'til dawn fold

morning pray on gilded and gossamer wings
warmth of everlasting hope, and hearts lifted bring

long to be as cold and silent as a blanket of fallen snow
to spin webs, with life ebbing and borne of tragic show

clouds part and ominous foreboding flees, dread
hiding sinless, without remorse or regret

let own this cloak, beautiful as rough-hewn stone
no longer seek, nor call another's fate I's own

sing and lull to a blissful place, redemption keeps
for it was always said that it must be repeat

to turn away from the calamity of the sun
for what's left unsaid ... remains, for what's left undone

no tears will be shed that will be seen where shadows lie
the dark will hold them, it would seem, and so shall I

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