Sometimes this lonely dark
Seems better than the crowded light
To slip into sleep here
Is more peaceful than the
Spinning, noisy people.
In the desert heart
There is a well
Flowing life-water love.
People take and take.
The well receives no rain,
Drying and dying.
To avoid dying themselves
The people dig deeper
Taking every last drop.
Bound heart
Chained soul.
Sometimes I see light
And sometimes nothing
But the dark.
Sometimes
Fight the dark.
Sometimes
Praise the light.
Sometimes
Surrender to it all.
This heart well hopes
For a little rain
From just a single cloud.
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