I feel so brand new,
like a foal in plain view,
The grass is dotted with a kind of pink flower,
and in the distance a lighthouse tower,
The scene so sharp,
I unfold my wooden harp,
the wood is made of gold,
all my troubles unfold,
as I touch the wood I feel at ease,
that a voice says:"play for me please",
I play a melody sweet and rich,
forming walls so thick,
no noise comes through,
just my feelings that are true,
I look to the sky,
and I see God up on high,
he smiles and claps,
as his love unwraps,
around me so tight,
like I could take flight.
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