and there is time

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so who is here
some hidden warrior prince
who fashions bow and sword
of words that I can't see
a cowards fight behind the scenes
is me
who wrestles daily with
the rights and wrongs
and knows to follow through
to stay the course
let fate and circumstance
have sway, decree the path
along which tired souls can flee
can find the certain rest
as gentle breeze of change
my vision cleanse...
and there is time
the gentle swirling motion
dances by
and curling round my toes
and over mind
it lights within my eyes
so clearly seen
and stops dead in its tracks
looks straight at me
cracks a weary grin
that settles deep
a boundary I can see
and move toward
where stars collide
as heavens void
embraces me