Give me..
Give me the freedom to see, I want to see beyond what hides the horizon
Give me the freedom to talk, I’ll tell you what lies between the truth and lie,
Give me the depth to think, I might change the face of the world,
Give me the resistance to hold on my breathe, I want to breathe air without effluence,
Give me the heart to endure pains so that I can bury deep in its walls my tears,
Give me the chimes of the bells so that I can implant the melody into a lost smile,
Give me the patience to wait so that I wait endlessly for things that are not meant for me,
Give me the valor the courage to fight life I know is a never ending battle,
Give me the ears to hear the songs of far lost moans of desperate souls,
Give me the mysterious touch of Midas that would change all dull into gold,
Give me the feel; the essence of that touch, the stroke when laid knows it all.
Give me the legs that always lead people on highs and lows of all turns of life,
Give me the mind that is so vast, where ideas flow like currents and keeps vision of the past,
Give me the attorney to make time cease, to grant a few breaths and give death at ease,
To lay myself beneath all thorny fears, that people might tread on for all passing years,
To cease the sorrows that flow from their eyes, the sobs that echo clear from their cries.
Give me the freedom to talk, I’ll tell you what lies between the truth and lie,
Give me the depth to think, I might change the face of the world,
Give me the resistance to hold on my breathe, I want to breathe air without effluence,
Give me the heart to endure pains so that I can bury deep in its walls my tears,
Give me the chimes of the bells so that I can implant the melody into a lost smile,
Give me the patience to wait so that I wait endlessly for things that are not meant for me,
Give me the valor the courage to fight life I know is a never ending battle,
Give me the ears to hear the songs of far lost moans of desperate souls,
Give me the mysterious touch of Midas that would change all dull into gold,
Give me the feel; the essence of that touch, the stroke when laid knows it all.
Give me the legs that always lead people on highs and lows of all turns of life,
Give me the mind that is so vast, where ideas flow like currents and keeps vision of the past,
Give me the attorney to make time cease, to grant a few breaths and give death at ease,
To lay myself beneath all thorny fears, that people might tread on for all passing years,
To cease the sorrows that flow from their eyes, the sobs that echo clear from their cries.

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