Channels
This channel of light;
Could it be the new lease on life I have to borrow?
To take from me my time and sorrow?
Can my once cold fears melt away in defiance?
The spun ringer is the code of alliance.
Alliance to self or to people within sight;
I live in the now wondering if this is right.
Time, my benefactor will tell me the great sequel;
It will tell me what's behind the curtains;
My life hiding, waiting to equal.
mep
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