Bending words at will, my gift

A pain, a promise, a poet adrift

Catching worlds that fall by this rift

Trying to ‘be’ before I die

To fly so high that sorrows lie

Out of sight out of reach

A gospel of happiness for me to preach

But their voice, their whisper does breach

So I come falling back with a scream

Wake up o’ wake up save the dream

Lending a hand, the healing touch

Those eyes ask for not that much

Just to fly so high that sorrows lie

Out of sight out of reach

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