i stand in the dawn of my actions of the day
i have not filled my keep, no i have given it all away
to a blindness that seeps and seeps until it drowns out
this blindness it comes no shadow no doubt
it test the self that is the truth of the breath that gives life
I squander so easily this breath as life shows full out
as i hear screams, and crys, and wales, and horrors, is the life of the human - we have come and we've conquored
not the correct conquering i have realized in disgrace, as life is me and i will see the squander i've allowed to the end
it's sad as a life that did not give it's hand, the hand of another as it grasp in a care, a caring hand is what is needed especially in the end.
the end of the lies and dishonesties of self, the truth to stand throughout as this is all that we have by word and by mouth
the gift of life is true and self face this grace, amazing grace it'll be when the child care is seen without.
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