I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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You, Who Bore A Wounded Spirit

(in honour of my inspiration)

         You, who bore a wounded spirit

         Between the deaths of laughter and tears,

         Are the birthplace of these words.


         You, who has experienced dark

         In hope of finding eternal light,

         Are the motive of my prayers.


         You, whose eyes will never grow old;

         Whose vision true ‘til the end remains,

         Are the purpose of my ken.


         You, who survived the breathlessness

         In the vacuum of your solitude,

         Are the eupnoea of life.