it begins.

I was blinded by your light

walked the walk and talked the talk

I felt comfort from my plight

The truths you showed me

your promises that kept me pure

While I walked the way.

And as I aged the questions came

I decided to think of you in my own way

And was discarded from your house

I still see the glimmer

and one day will face the glare

yet today as tomorrow I live.

The End

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