as i sit on the floor and bow my head
i wonder why my path has led me here
for which purpose must i be rid of fear
that lies in store for me somewhere ahead
no way could i the turns have all foreseen
nor prayed for all of life's given blessings
for the angels would not reveal their wings
until after the time they could be seen
is it a door i hear, a voice, a pace
or only an echo, a whim, a wraith
a breeze, a thought, a threat without a face
be still my beating heart, oh do not race
stay with me in the dark we'll hope for faith
to subdue misgivings out of its place
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