oNE LaST pRaYeR

oNE LaST pRaYeR

All my thoughts have faded thin
- where to go I have not been -
these walls are tight, my brain's on fire
and paints the haze with my desire  
  
I am afraid of loss I know
I must be brave tomorrows more
The middle path swallows my soul
My journey starts from being poor  
  
I've planted flowers along my way
To help me smile on rainy days
When I rage against my wrath, my plight
I pray for peace, my bliss the light
And call upon my gods to fight.

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