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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