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Prayer

 
There is no sky
Behind my closed eye
But a world of grey
Where I dream you cry
Holding stars by day.


For I know I grow ill
I will kneel until
It appears I pray.
But you’re weeping still
And have turned away.

But if in your plight
You ask my prayers be real,
I will ride this night
And the moon’s heart steal,

And take the sky’s refrain
That a day return
Where the clouds adjourn
And the sun will sing again.

And if you ask I sing to you
In dawn-wrought dreams
Guiding gold to blue.
Between celestial beams
My prayer strikes true
To set our souls to wing
If you ask me to sing.
Written by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
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