PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I am the song that enchants,

The mantle and the comfort,

In the gaze, the astonishment

Of a dying soul set free.

My voice is gentle,

A melody that soothes,

Bringing peace to the distressed,

And relief to those who are silent.

I am the mantle that enfolds,

Warming the soul in despair,

In the embrace of my song,

I find the true spirit.

In the gaze, astonishment reveals,

Of one, set free, who sees rebirth,

A dying soul revived,

By the sound that makes it bloom.

I am the song that comforts,

That awakens what was lost,

And even in the gaze of astonishment,

I see life return, without meaning.

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