High

Take me away, bend me into your shape, make me something more,
show me what love is for.

Feed me the things I lack,
remove this pain from my back,
open the door to peace,
let me rest near the trees.

And when it's dark and it's cold be the comfort to this soul, light it's eyes, show it Joy, rest its body with a child's voice.

Color it's existence with Amber and gold, let it know no suffering, run it's clock right out it's door.

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