Father, in this time of physical pain
in this time of trust and ATM transactions
i'm praying for something bigger, better, and more beautiful.
i'm running, not walking after hope,
that bright light that wont keep a steady pace
and all i need is taste of it, to know that
"everythings gonna be alright."
i want internal whispers.
i want firecracker-loud thuds
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