I sit here and I think
What is it that moves my soul
Is it the music in my heart
Lines connecting through all the dots
The dark night sky with twinkles of hope
The lady that wanders through my thoughts
The care of a woman’s bosom
Or the silvers in the morning bright
Wind in my arms like flying
The breeze and clear green sight
It’s the tiny things that mean the most
Everything I mentioned I would raise a toast
Singing in my heart I heard myself
Being down-the-trodden that did help
‘i' is now an entity, one who is whole
Who always existed but never was told
To be in love with ‘i' was hard to do
But now it isn’t late nor too soon
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