Prayers
The house sits silently except for the hum of the heater Everyone is asleep but here I lay wide awake My mind wanders to a different world One where there are no burdens or mistakes A place where everything is serene and restful I am one of many who dream of this Yet we only visit in our darkest days When reached it is life's greatest blessing Still for most it will remain unattained I forever cherish these sacred moments A desire that leads me to my dream
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