How many times

How many times must I die unto myself

Before my inner lives are purified..

So much pride resides in aspects of my self!

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And now, while I’m carrying this precious gift

Of life reborn into my womb

Now I realise my heart’s desire has ever been alive, alike a fire

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-Slumbering deep within the remnants of our love

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No, this child may not be yours

But it is your love for me and my love for you

That comforts me once more at the crossroads of this time…

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You are always on my mind

Like the very drum

That’s beating in the chambers of my heart

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For us is no fulfillment in this world

Yet it’s ever present

In the essence of my soul.

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