Times change, prayers change

For I grew up way too fast                                             

But find out too late


I seek solitude

A bundle of enclosure

Weaker god’s signal


Swords beat on my shield

Weaken by imperfection

The sword of god’s word


For just one more time

We all want to find a trill

Just don’t loose your grip


Moving up the steps

Rising up to the challenge

Achievement, check done


Tranquil, peaceful morn’

Sunshine peeks through western breezes

I am truly free

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