Door opens
To my true feelings
Says brother, you must sing
The joyous songs of the day
After all; at last
Remember, a little time there
The drought was mad; there in the dark
Knocking at the door
Trying to whisper something
Something I must not hide anymore
It says, “Keep Close”
Now at last
The grave at its feet
Drags me out to a freedom lit
Torches shining in through the windows of my skin To my battled soul
Even in my manner of speaking
i wear the mask of magnificent smile;
My troubles are over
At last
I move my world
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