You were walking to the right for a decade or four
Moving right along to the wide open door
Then a cloud appeared and showered you from above
And love arose from your very core
You had no choice but to keep looking up
You started to run in hopes of catching the moving star
Yet those heavy chains kept your ankles restrained
While the soul began to sing of longings long tamed
And the question becomes how to walk out of the fire
With grace and poise and no pebble turned upside down
It takes wisdom and skill and complete honesty
I'll be the wind for your sail as the journey begins
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