My Light

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For me, I have no working wings.

No special eyes, for which to view the world so differently.

I have but trembling hands,

And a fearful heart.

And that I fear so much

Are things that cannot be seen.

Within my spreading darkness,

I am blind.

And Hope shines her little flickering candle.

I must go to that light,

Before it goes.

I know my courage





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