A Thought

The night grows dark
Like most dark nights
A thought
Consumes his dreams
The story untold
As the story unfolds
A thought
Brings the man to his knees
The fields grow tall
Makes the man feel small
As far as the eyes can see
Truth and desire
Balanced on a wire
A thought
Can truly be believed
The most high
Where the cherubs fly
Could it
Truly be
Behind the eyes
In a complex mind
A thought
So effortlessly
Trust and faith
Leave the rat race
For freedom
Is just a thought away
Look within
The sins of a man
This Truth will set me free


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