I prayed to thou my lord
From the branches of willow tree
Hanging over my head, Damocles’ sword
Dare not, not ever been free
* * *
With sun rise, baptized I was, in light
Golden rays, blue sky
With sun set, upon me fell nights
Broken wing, tear and despair in my eyes
* * *
Climbing to mountaintop, kissing the morning star
Universe in my arms, floating Ark
Being with you, my lord, near and far
Blessed with love, no fear of dark
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