weather report sweet time in decay through the light in darkness shown the way.
this time confining my soul , can I run and play to be me, to grow to who I might be.
it took daily bread to understand in tune , an at one peace in a heavenly womb. surrounded by music that rang like a bell , a lighthouse tower to the soul that fell. I am, we are, shame turned humble in gratitude of all ,the way, in hope we sing in every new day.
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