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Light And Life Within


Each day takes a breathing shift
With Man’s Holy Communion to welcome the next
And sweetly smiles with each serious sweat
Soaked with frail fears and tinkle tears
To fix existence, the coin-lives must mix

Sacrifice is everything, everything is sacrifice
Nothing happens without sweat or blood
Our lives are entanglement of each day’s covenant
Inside us are secret staircases to our truest best
Those noble paths left lifeless
Solomon’s ladders to the kingdom dome

If we don’t walk within
Walking without is eternal dream
For life must start from within
Within is where it begins
To live within is a wealthy appearance
To die within is a lifeless existence

Hope is meant to keep us not kill us
Faith is meant to make us grow not bury us
Love is meant to make us give the self not keep it

Our lives like water in a cask
With its faucet to regulate
The faucets range to each lives age
But in us all life fetches its drink

As we grow older
Life takes us farther
Farther away from yesterday
From where our truest self began

Each of us has made a covenant with a date
A day to leave this earthly estate
Our records in life slates
A silent rest we all shall taste

The mind that is young is free
The mind that is old is bound
The young day is full of light
The old day is filled with fright
Our first oxygen as our last
We will surely go to become breath of yesterday
Our good-byes like sweet kisses of past days
Without memory, the earth is relieved of us.

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