Searching, searching in all this chaos of mind For one true moment of a silent peace To look within the fullness of faith to find The hidden trigger of the soul's release. Days and hours and aeons seem to pass And growth is slow, the inner wars still wend Their subtle and nefarious ways, alas, When will the darkness of our beings end. A guardian angel guides us we are told Accompanying us through all our lives Nurturing wayward souls to the fold Seeing that only the good in us survives.
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