Part 2

Let me catch you

while I reach out my hand,

as they taught us

about the beauty within the promise land.

I Seek for validation in you

with an eye away.

To withhold me from sinner’s rose

I speak of no devil’s sway.

Let us melt into one

prayer of hymn. While I seek

for my words,

the unspoken thoughts,

they keep me away from dawn.

To share hope of light

with mother’s delight, we speak of no black swan.

Hear me,

Oh’ let me be spoken loud,

As they have fought

they will conquer us proud.

Part 1

Part 3 (To be continued)

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