In my dark room I kneel;
Within this place, so broken, very authentically unsurreal;
Wishing to be lost in a fantasy dream where the world is perfect;
Where love, joy and peace intersect.
But knowing in fact the dream is surreal.
Just a glimpse of what my heart desires;
It's in this place I find my inner fire.
All around I hear of heartbreaking things;
Seen, heard and read by all of us human beings.
In my dark room;
Behind closed doors, I can feel the love inside pushing against the darkness and the world gloom.
It is here, I pray and plead upon a humbly broken, but ever courageous; bended knee.
Tears come while I am in this place;
As I can only take one grain of sand of the pain of the sufferings I see and some yes I admit are of pure disgrace.
In my dark room upon bended knee;
I ask for peace not just for me;
But for all humanity;
From the highest elect;
To the elderly and the young and the middle aged ones like me.
I pray for all to see;
Love conquers all things;
Heals all things;
Restores all things;
Love for all, through all. For all, I ask humbly;
Upon bended knee.
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