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.


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