We're like the sum total of the friends we keep,
Perhaps, like what air does to biscuits—
Like we react to the air we breathe,
But in God do we find reprieve.
I'm growing tired of a lot of friends,
Ship me round the corners of the earth,
Back in circles repeating old trends,
Allow the past, let the new birth!
I've faced stagnation before in life,
Stuck in one place over a period of time,
But I was raised to life and saw the light,
I had great help from The Divine.
But I'm growing tired of a lot of friends,
Ship me round the four corners of the earth,
Back in circles repeating old trends,
Allow the past, let the new birth.
Shouldn't we walk the light and see the Light?
Grow together within the Life—
Not even as perfect, but that we strive,
Above our limitations we deign to rise!
But I'm tired of a lot a friends,
Ship me round the corners of the earth,
Back in circles, repeating old trends,
O, allow the past, let the new birth!
© el-iyanu
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