When bitterness of dreams gone wrong
Caress the early morning sun
When words and accusations fly
Into open wounds not yet dry
When salt by bitter hate held back
and foes you find yet friends you lack
When sorrowed heals are scorched by sand
And refuge seeked has not been planned
There you stood proud and tall
to commute and mitigate my fall
So here I stand before you with just one need
I want to thank your kind heart for its kind deed
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