bridges to pass are endless
Sunrise will soon be seen by these eyes
Eyes who cried for something worth loving
Who am I to stop and deny thy gifts to live life
What should I do to endure it's uncertainty
I am not looking for greatness
I am not longing for perfection
Sire, my happiness is all a wanderer's desire
Please thou bestow on me these wishes my heart make
Let thou partake life in such brevity
That thy life will be as what thou I shall be
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