They wish to have a little of this strength
My own will wish doesn't fear the luck
My blood splits out of each hurt
And I drink its strength when the cup fills on
And now already aware of trespass
My spirit's wiser and never forgets
What I already know
To build dreams with grace
Sun raised and my will prays for hurry
The hurry that passes and looses chances
But I stop and think
In the walk of life
Calm's ever a power of richness
Never mind what comes and goes
Nor how it used to be

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