| I have long been fashioning
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| An inner world of obstacles
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| Between thee and me
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| Shuttered huts of discouragement
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| Barbed wire fences of habit
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| Stone walls of indifference
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| Mountains of indolence
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| And oceans of unfaithfulness
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| I’ll plant a seed beneath my feet
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| Someday
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| And breathe into it energy
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| Someday
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| I’ll firm its' soil with a dance
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| And pray the sky will shine its' lamp
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| I’ll water it with heartfelt love and
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| Someday, I’ll awake…
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| I’ll pack a bag beneath the stars
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| When someday comes
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| And grip it when the missiles charge
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| When someday comes
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| I’ll tend to it with utmost care
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| And open it when I can share
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| A slavery to its' perfection
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| Someday, I’ll awake…
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| I’ll cry because I have the faith
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| That man can change his ugly ways
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| I’ll throwaway the bag and seed
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| For no one owns what we all need
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| I’ll begin, without, within
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| Searching, seeking, seeing
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| Endless endeavor |