My soul is crying,
the darkness is strong,
pulling, pushing, vying
for my soul song.
Let silence descend
upon this night,
let my spirit blend
with crescent moon’s sight.
My light is burning
though doubt brought pain,
still my heart is yearning
for love perfect reign.
My soul is crying,
yet I stand tall,
while the old is dying,
I heed my soul’s call.
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