No longer shall I have to beg and borrow
And hold on to all of my forgotten sorrow
Mount kilimanjaro waits in the distance
Persistence multiply’s in an instant
If I'm insistent in my ways
Piece de resistance this vessel that I find within
Marvel at its majesty
Free of sin, I linger on a whim
Blown by distant fate that awaits beyond
Without morals, where does life begin and hardship end
Quarrel forged by melted ore, whither beside sticks and stones
Where I have recovered from my broken bones
Only if I could find my place, for me to roam
Where I am not beset by sorrow, when I’m all alone
Missionary bells echo in these final hours
Witness this beside these falling towers
There is no solitude like being alone
Darryn John Murphy
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