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told love was not for me
i used to play the fool
blind to my own folly
yet in me you saw the jewel

you cared to make me wise
led me to the river
made sure i saw the prize
across the great water

with a dream to fulfil
and a heart to restore
i rowed like a windmill
to reach the other shore

you oversaw the tide
i sought stability
through this purposeful ride
i grew in adversity

looking back i'm aware
each moment every day
you have always been there
with me on the journey

years of battle upstream
out of the days of yore
you are the constant theme
the ever open door

you know how to make me pure
see me through the whirl
orchestrate the cure
o mother of pearl

my all-embracing oyster
take me in your swirl
add another layer
o mother of pearl

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that unscheduled passage
through the echo chamber
where worshippers of night
stare at a shrine to gloom
was not meant as umbrage
nor as some forced labour
but so you would yield light
straight in the eyes of doom

that sudden sommation
into the court of pain
where judges of conduct
wield a ruthless hammer
was no condemnation
nor a mark of disdain
but so you could deduct
how hurt signals error

that guided excursion
up the stream of hardship
where the specters of fail
inhabit every reef
was not destination
nor meant to sink your ship
but so joy could prevail
still in the fount of grief

that unplanned adventure
round the deep pits of hell
where the womb of all fear
has constructed her lair
was never to censure
nor fealty compel
but so your faith shone clear
at the heart of despair

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one day
this song will find your way
you'll hear the words
i dare not say

sure as this life
means little without you
maybe it's fate
there's no one else quite like you

one day
the light will find your way
sure as love keeps
evils at bay

sure as this life
means little without you
maybe it's fate
there's no one else quite like you

and one day i'll confess
all my crimes
of failing to love you

implore your forgiveness
for the times
i wasn't there for you

and that day my weakness
i'll admit
you know better than i do

and i hope the next day
you'll be there
cause you know our love is true

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now that the truth is out
and edges the windup
say did you really doubt
of where you would end up

just right there where you are
all alone in the night
feeling more fraud than star
and really not that bright

not completely grownup
more bewildered than fine
but still the wait is up
time to come forth and shine

seems you blew your thirties
in healing from your teens
in bending to worries
and in blaming your genes

cloistered in priory
yet life was not tranquil
your want was fiery
unending test of will

years of slow advances
at the foot of millions
trained by circumstances
pruned by disillusions

countless angels unseen
arranging the decor
staging every scene
closing every door

but the ones to your fate
in ways that tamed your spleen
and pacified your hate
they polished up your sheen

to this constrained ascent
found pointless to oppose
much better to consent
than struggle in the throes

now you're pinned to the sky
right where life wanted you
you are not asking why
in truth you always knew

alien in the void
stuck to celestial dome
the gods blocked or destroyed
all the bridges back home

with no way to retreat
you must recite your tome
revealing the deceit
exposing the syndrome

you have no place to stand
and yet a world to move
a posse to disband
a thesis to disprove

billions of souls to stir
hearts to set afire
with notes that rouse and spur
and rhymes that inspire

to herald the reset
of the world that wasn't
and hasten the onset
of a way that doesn't

disregard our nature
but puts the living first
above expenditure
through the best and the worst

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o pray do tell
what is that spell
you are under
that you would fell
your own brother
and of murder
applaud the knell
on passover

can you still claim
« in god we trust »
can you still preach
« love thy neighbour »
or do your faith
you now squander
on weaponry
and golden dust

o please tell me
how good could be
of coming back
a prophecy
borne of attack
that would hijack
humanity
in the blowback

the messiah
would be distraught
at how the cross
brought no payback
as you praise sin
behind his back
and contradict
all he has taught

please formulate
how such a fate
predicated
on so much hate
fabricated
through plotted death
bringing justice
to its last breath
could validate
any true faith
and vindicate
a nation's wraith

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