the chanting has emerged
the wisdom reflected
the forgiving has been said
i am not a saint,
not even close to such name
i am realizing
for all the holes i made
the big holes i tore
i am realizing
this night could be my last night
to cherish the light
to chanting the name
this night could be my last night
though i spare this wings to you
to hold on to it
to spread out onto it
though i am blessed
this night, this particular night
which i never gonna feel any the same
i am recalling..all the sins..all the missing
its condemnation
would conquer all
its beauty
would never be the same
i recall
i redeem
i am ME
i am waiting no more to be pulled off
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