Someday I hope I can bring this,
someday I hope to give,
someday I hope to return
and have it not miss.
I want to give you
these things,
I want you to have
so much,
but it's not my place.
Everyone wants security,
the trappings of divine love
and the freedom from being guilty
and how I can give it
I know not.
I just know my words are weak
and my rhymes are fleeting
at this very late hour.
But there is sincerity
lining my hope.
I feel the sunrise
and know the morning
will be rushing all to soon
and what of the night?
There is a sacredness,
this divine covering
oft times missed at this hour,
witching and bewitching it is.
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