Deliverer
Tomorrow the sky can turn gray
In an unexplainable turnout.
By the eyes of the deliverer
I could understand the triumph of pain
Or I could forever be in a tune of believing.
But until I receive the answer
I will wait and turn around all the thoughts
And say, when I awake from this unsecured trap
I can bloom in the treasuries of love.
Falling until the darkness sheds a tear
Where the blankets of lights closes the shadows in a remarkable place
Because right now I hold onto the deliverer.
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