Liberation
My life slips through my fingers
Like sand grains from the shore.
Empty, worthless, fleeting,
I'll hold to it no more.
The dark world rushes past me,
A phantom of the night,
I am no longer heedful -
My eyes are on the Light.
My feet take up the journey,
My shoulder bears the cross,
For now my eyes are open,
I've found the gain in loss.
Like sand grains from the shore.
Empty, worthless, fleeting,
I'll hold to it no more.
The dark world rushes past me,
A phantom of the night,
I am no longer heedful -
My eyes are on the Light.
My feet take up the journey,
My shoulder bears the cross,
For now my eyes are open,
I've found the gain in loss.
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