Bring me to life.
Sing me a song of light.
Help me do right.
My slight concern brings double the trouble.
Lovable I am.
The projection of mine is no scam.
His plan for me is not informal.
It's planned formally.
Fortunately His eyes witnesses my fall and my rise.
It's worth this not worthless all my ties brings purpose.
As He smiles down on me.
He arms me with His armor for tranquility and harmony.
Not to harm me, but to cast out darkness and bring me His Omni Light.
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