Help me! Help me Lord be, why-what you want me to be?
Help me! Help me Lord, be why-what you want me to be.
Day and night fold into a sea of infinite possibility.
Lest I forget your love for me,
this lowly pawn free, not free.
Most loved literate load lo-
fervent passions roam, gig my heart to place.
Stars flow-spin, whorl through day and night of here.
Come close my love, propel propine,
your kiss of life so dear.
Mair, major majesty, mair.
A thousands arrows cast,
missing the mirky mark.
This bent shaft honed true reason to you in sooth.
A humble poet's head and heart pointed,
looking for the truth.
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