Where Are You? Our Savior!

A poem.

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Far away in the realms of shadows and fear,
a soul stays awake — no sleep, no dreams,
trapped in the cage, the reality cage!
With broken wings, tethered tongue,
wearing melancholy and a silent melody on burnt lips.

If you can convince that poor tired soul,
of the liberty, love, and freedom — that you often speak,
I will, my darling,
walk with you,
for you…
till the end of this world,
and all that might come after.