I hold in my hands the vast dreams of the world

The spirit of children’s minds

Oh, sweet seraph, what are you seeking?

Damned dreams you will never find?

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In tightly clasped fingers, I grasp inspiration

The wings that allow birds to fly

Admirable angel, why the aggravation?

Strangled dreams will only die

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Clasped between palms, I have seized all hope

Children and birds only source of life

Dear divine deity, why do you insist on drowning

In a hope of desperate cries?

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Heavenly herald, you have a strong heart

One that could be choked yet continue to fight

For the truth is, I deceived you - nothing lies in my hands

In your soul is where all great things lie