When I find it, the joy i crave
Will I only be asleep?
And should the hummingbirds return to me
Will the nectar have run dry?
Sure, you sounded good to yourself
As you sang along with mother
But she cannot harmonize
So you can sing better
Let me deep inside you
Do not ponder on my faith
Were my words a token less
Than what you needed to play the game
While the dog sleep
I am writing to myself
When is wanting, a sinful greed?
When is having, knowing wealth?
Yes, I know
There were tears in their eyes
Though they hid them in the darkness
Misleading was their candlelight
Betrayed by their heavy breaths
Let me deep inside you
Do not ponder on my faith
Were my words a token less
Than what you need to play
Do you bear the sunlight
Was my body once your shade
Are you now obsessing over words
I cannot say
When I find it
The joy i crave
Will I only be asleep?
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