find a way

gotta find a way to praise
on the darkest of days
i was the son, here are my rays
don’t think about when the weave frays
think about how the design stays
alight in your heart like a phrase
the morning comes and the light displays
trapped in a maze you won’t amaze
stumbling around in a misdirected daze
something sacred lands in your heart and stays

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