This I Pray
This I Pray
My life resumes yet again,
In a new cold world,
Where trust is pain,
And love is blurred.
The ones you love,
You create a bond,
It is undreamed of,
To break that bond.
Ohh, It is unfortunate,
For the bond we shared,
Meant to be permanent,
Is forever unpaired.
Even though I was saddened,
I now find security,
I fly like a dragon,
And reached maturity.
I thank you dear old friend,
For what I have become today,
I solemnly make an amend,
To follow my heart, this I pray.
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