In the Spiritual Awakening, On a perfect day,
Souls gravitate from the Chandeliers
Dangling off into something separately beautiful
A driven life blessed to be the passenger
Dancing, Screaming: Where is the Love?
The shame of hatred is enough empowerment
For those tinkering souls to start walking
And the Chandeliers begin constantly ringing
With the shaking jewels of individuality
An army of sparkling light in the distance
The beam gets clearer and clearer
As the ceiling gets nearer
Hang on
Tight, with all the bounds of the soul
Sometimes, jewels fall off
Hitting the tough ground
Only not to completely shatter
Because the Chandelier comes to the rescue
Like On a perfect day, In the Spiritual Awakening

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