A tedious statue in the midst of darkness,
A being of gray and solitude,
A depressed soul in a depressing world,
For he has but hatred and hollowness
He alone craves to demystified his own abyss,
Stumbling through the depths of isolation
Finding the faded shine within
From it, he will find his resting place
When he knows his self, with exuberance,
Shall the padlock release him from seclusion;
Bringing him the radiance of ebullience
Shall enter, are the warmth of love and passion
Then, he will see you and your love
O’ Lord, you are the light of the world than shine upon his abandoned soul
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