When I arrived at your door,
the fates had already come.
They'd come and they'd gone,
along with the time.
So many others had left
and yet, I thought I should stay
Before I marched in,
your place seemed so big:
I was wide-eyed and hopeful at breakfast.
But as lunch arrived,
I lost my excitement,
things here just kept going wrong!
At dinner, I hung my head low and kept my eyes shut.
I guess what I'm saying to you, world of all worlds
is I am not giving up on you yet.
I haven't seen dusk, though the light is low
there will always be hope for salvation.
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