In cups of coffee, whispers shared with friends,
In shadows cast, where truths transcend,
My soul, it seeks a mirror's gleam,
Where echoes rise, a whispered dream.
My soul, it seeks a mirror's gleam,
Where echoes rise, a whispered dream.
In every budding hope, a heart's desire,
In countless prayers, a burning fire,
Reflected in the eyes of beauty's grace,
My soul, it seeks a sacred space.
My soul, it seeks a sacred space.
All broken tales, the paths we've trod,
My days, a canvas painted by God,
The destined road, where I must roam,
Until I find my way back home.
My soul, it seeks a mirror's gleam,
Where echoes rise, a whispered dream.
My soul, it seeks a mirror's gleam,
Where echoes rise, a whispered dream.
In cups of coffee, whispers shared with friends,
In shadows cast, where truths transcend,
In every budding hope, a heart's desire,
In the eyes of beauty, a burning fire.
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