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Give me relief,
those who stand waiting.
Need for the pace,
for my limp flows.

Give away today
that which youve earned,
Lie slain tonight,
if my stride ends....

Tonight I told them what I'd seen.
Tomorrow they'll know how I feel.
Time taken to think of what I said,
because I fear I'll soon be dead.

Give me reprieve
for those still asking.
No need for space
while my love goes.

Solitude tonight,
why must I wait?
I Pray: patience now
my pride must mend.

Tomorrow tell them where I've been.
Ensure them that my tale is real.
Point out the paths that I have tread,
marked on the map, the blood I've bled.

This is the meaning of the fundamental need to communicate.
With our time weening I would shine upon my creed and facilitate.

Send them through,
further on.
Mark the few,
rare paths for failure.

Your knowledge grew,
fearing wrong.
Told what I knew
but I'm no saviour.

I'd share my knowledge with you child,
this is my love.
You'd deserve any chance as me
to soar above.