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How can I speak of a time of darkness?
My soul is not yet born
It waits for the light to bring the world into being
To build oceans, land, and people.
Then I can take my turn on this planet
I am still waiting, remembering the dark place
The cackling voices whispering
Of a time before the darkness
When fate was hidden from man
Given and taken by an invisible presence
How man can have more than
One fate thrust upon him.
How luck can be thrown
Like a handful of sand on the wind
Letting it fall where it will.
How some are born with extra luck
Without the help of scattered winds.
How the soul can be destroyed
Leaving an empty space
For the darkness to grow.
For cruelty to make its voice heard
Before I was pushed into being
I heard the whisper, the secret, the key
To make your life the way you want it
All I have to now is remember as I grow.
Time has a way of taking what thoughts it will
The way some dreams fade come morning.
Do they journey back to their original place
Are they gathered up, sent out and used again?
Does this account for dreams repeating?
Is the source of all things running low
On all kinds of material?
Is that why so many people feel
Their lives are the wrong way around?
That they do not belong.
Can I change it, did I hear the secret right?
Would I remember how to
Drive away sadness, despair
Bring the light where it is needed
Keep the darkness where it belongs…