Ask for the silence.
Ask for time alone and time together.
Ask for a dance away from violence.
Ask, and ask, and ask again.
But when your wish is granted –
remember you are here for short.
Just for the sweet momentum of the violins.
Then when somebody holds your hands,
when all your questions have been answered,
remember the one who granted you this chance.
Look up, find a beam of light and fly inside.
Oh, how I pray that you remember.
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