Ten thousand of your long dark hair-
Paving me the path,
To your glory;your crown: your Heart.
I abstain, I fear -Grandeur.
Grandeur of life.
Life as is supposed to be.
Children -
They run across the streets,
They laugh; Hymns of joy..
Sounds like thy name.
Music put to shame.
Reach out-I try.
The harder I try;
The bigger the gaps grow -
The longer the hours spent,
in your glory -
All but a memory.

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