Saturday, 8 August 2009

Call it What You Want

In a flash of bright light, the curtain is torn,
Tumbling down all tattered and worn.
Revealing new life, a child within,
Born free of hate, of
suffering and sin.
Now my eyes see what
has never been told,
Striving forth happy,
confident and bold.
Into a world that's unfamiliar
but friendly,
Into this new life my spirit will send me.

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