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Is my heart here?
My treasure is unseen.
Does that mean I'm homeless?

This location, where I
dwell.
swollen with strife
engulfed with anger.

Misery, I call to thee!
For you have
no power over
me!

Look at my wings.
See my unburdened
heart.

Look into my life.
See strife dissipate.

No worry finds my mind,
for there is no time for
rhymes that are idle.

Search my soul and see only love.
Gaze into my face and see I look only above.
Watch my heart as it breaks for wandering souls.
Feel my pulse. For it beats with royal blood!
See that I am a Servant of God, longing to call you my sister, my brother.