Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from Pole to pole,
Of my problems lock I try to find a key,
From darkness I try to lift my soul.

Clear upon me from that light that shines,
I fight with the color of my soul,
And find the key to problems in my own lines,
Clear the big way to a peaceful goal.

Happiness holds the broad cup of life,
Seeking the same sweet smiles in the kind,
Thy power, and strength, and courage rife!
Peace on the soul from the troubled mind...
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© Aarti