I am standing beneath a ray of
light,
But somehow I just can’t see,
A mordant figure with a cross,
Is showing me the stairs to
flee.
Submission is the theme of
life,
There seems to be struggle
inside,
There’s always a bloody
strife.
How I wish my soul could fly
out,
Beyond all these reasonable
doubts,
I say, let the soul get
trapped in this riddle of lives,
The body is free to soar…it
still thrives…
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