Have I not the right to lose what faith,
I had when all about me seemed so dark?
Although I see quite clearly, having doubt
can influence no longer, such belief.
Patience may intend what hoping will,
for seeing less than what we had first aught,
cannot this be suspicion, newly brought
when all about it seems to now fulfill.
The selfish role throws one alluring light,
upon the said affliction of lost cause
an act of gross depiction, not applause,
is ringing in those ears of yours tonight.
The spotlight of the soul is self control,
a moment to react, with prime effect
The shining deportation of its role
as everything you are that we reflect.
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