My dad, my mum and you
The dream I have always in view
Dreams can’t be broken like fragile glass
They sit like diamonds in my arms
The roads, over aeons, traversed far too often
can in my memories never dim
I am compliant with the ironies of fate
but sniff the scent of my date
We have had repeated lifetimes together, and the charades and escapades
My soul, on the surface of these depths, walks and wades
My fortress that was constantly demolished and broken
was rebuilt over and over again with a mere word spoken
Magic is in the iron of grit and determination
Resurrection and reincarnation confound all the assassination
Paradise can be regained with spiritual conversation
Truth is the ultimate of destiny’s dissertation
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