In the midst of great fury
and in the trials of lost game
we find ourselves hopeless,
lost and shamed.
It is within this great battle
we seek to fight
to surrender our sins
and soar above the light.
We must keep in mind that life is full
It is pleasant and lively and dangerous too
It is a flower blooming in the boiling sun
and a greasy pig rolling in the sticky mud
It is happy and innocent and smiles and all
It is a grand leap into the great risky fall.
Scout the goodness in what you are given
For you're hands are made to hold the smitten.
The fire is your path, it cracks and burns
It wishes you well and offers no return
Look to it and fall to it
Embrace the ember and swallow the glory.
The world is your stage
The people; you're audience,
Life; your director
And you; the cast.
Make everything a wonder
Let the stars shine upon you're grace
Allow the birds to sing your name
Grant the Heavens to praise
It is all for you and what a happy day you've made it
To turn the dark waters into shallow blissful sand
To bend and fold and allow you're senses to roam
To learn the recipe to happiness and forget the mad.
It is a tale of you're own and a treasure to the heart
For all things awesome come to us and part.
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