Preaching

Will the sound of my voice

Reach further than the stars?

Oh, Lord, I pray thee not to fall

In my quest to find the truth

Hidden between the walls

Of my city.

I travel every day and night

To unravel the silk of dreams

For people to come and get warm

In its delicate embrace.

So do not let me fall, I beg you,

For my love is not all mine,

But it's the love of everyone

That deserve to love again. 

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