When no bird flies and no light shines
Above my soul in prayer
Father, are you there? Do you hear?
A line break narrows the pathway
Between the river and the shore
While the enemy reminds me
I am an outcast
A daisy, I met the sunshine
I flourished, I bore fruits
Those who have wisdom saw
In me a light, a star
To many I was an example
Until the bee drunk away my honey
Until the sun shone too strong
And burned my skin.
My core is wet, even though there
No drop is existent
Father, the bee did not come back
When he took all my honey
Let the star come back, or I am lost.
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