Oh Lord, grant me patience,
through the love, with this anger;
with each and every single want and cry.
with each and every single want and cry.
Not to be enchained and tricked by the present,
consumed in its blindness and promising lies.
Show me the strength instead of these sins,
the first one is harder to seek, most times.
I don't want to break any more bricks,
let me flow gently in straight simple lines.
So much noise when you try to hear the truth,
I'll throw away the key unless it was from You.
You've made all the stars, so why do we all worry?
Tell him I'm flowing, no need to hurry.
A.B.
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