Lord, if to me you rewarded a candle to blow a wish
Around surrounded by expectant souls and spirits
Holding their breath and their crap to let me wish
My reserve would be dry of words of a life in moon
To me it has all ceased to be
So much out of rich that I can touch is a hollow inside me
And that’s all I would ask you to fill
With wisdom of being content
That to my sight you may let me see your love

I wouldn’t be for the vast of desires in me
For for me like a father I know you have in store


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