not a prayer

I could sing a song that i like
Is it the Smiths "Last night I dreamt ... "
And so the song goes
But it wasnt last night or even
The night before
While i sort this out the blood
Running through my veins
Runs faster, the drummimg of
My heart beats at a higher rythm
The body has a voice of its own
It speaks all day and night
The force that binds the spirit
Is not a wavering caprice
Again my words struggle
To show the light that shines in my mind
The fires that burn in my heart
The waves that move my soul

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