What i feel is its not to late
The call to dance forth and shine your light
Was to call out to the wild and never in wait
Because needing of love was their freight
But I beg of u sisters
Be not mourning of desire
He suckles me so in his deep revenge
And calls me like a sheep in pain
He is my morning air
But i lie in wait for my soul to give way
I long for him near
But my tears are crying here
So I wait for my hand to grab him of fear
Take your chance but be sure of ur fate
And for the sorrow of joy
That I bare for him in wait
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