Prayers wrapped in wires Things unaquired I assume I'm not poor But I'm forever longing for something more I've been such a fool Full of hesitation and fear of the unknown There are too many voids I don't recall the sound of my own voice So I long to soak in a lake of love and abundant calm To be cleansed and oiled with a sweet scented balm To lie down and be at ease Fall asleep and dance in my dreams
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BEL 