Lay to rest, all my brothers.
Your silence is needed as the moon moves quietly through the night.
We are left with love and patience.
As we have our fill, mountains divide.
Anguish in comfort of cold blood,
our wings balance the light.
It is the light that helps our souls grow.
I wish to breathe fresh air.
Taste crystal clear water.
Bathe in harmony, a choir of singing doves.
Failure is the wish, as power is the acceptance in achieving what I must do.
We suffer ourselves. We weep for ourselves.
There is no world peace. But peace of mind.
In my temple I am safe and I am holy.
In a world with billions of people in it, I am alone with an empty universe all in my hands.
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