In the quiet chambers of the mind,
Your Inner-Being, a steadfast guide,
Moves forward, never glancing behind,
While you linger in shadows, where pain resides.

You turn your gaze to the echoes of yore,
Seeking solace in what once was true,
But the heart aches, it yearns for more,
For in those reflections, your spirit feels blue.

It’s not the past that brings the sting,
But the absence of light from your Source divine,
In the depths of despair, you forget to sing,
Denying the love that’s eternally thine.
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