As I listen to the whisper of the silence through my id,
my recall ques the memories that have yet to be lived.
These thoughts that I ponder seem ever so sad,
while longing for the love I thought I never had.
Trudging in my journey, ne'er wandering in this realm,
there is a presence I sense, He is The Master of the Helm.
He is asked by the day and then He is thanked at night,
for the signs He has shone in the sharing of our plight.
He has given unto us a great purpose in this life,
to understand the other who shares the same strife.
From our minds and our hearts is where we begin, the first love is Gods love, the true love from within....

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