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"GOD has not called me to be successful. He called me to be Faithful… Never forget or neglect anyone because nobody knows what's coming tomorrow. You will know their value when you can't meet them once again in the lifetime." Mother Teresa
A secret door you were for me,
To find the magic, special key (you wanted me on my knees).
To unlock the love and set back the clock.
The only key would open the secret lock.
Like a Fairy Prince I was standing there,
To haunt the giant, living in the cave, to be fair.
Yielding your Secret, Temple Key, I knew he would,
But firmly the Temple stood.
No need there was of magic- so I thought.
In this mystical dream I was a fighter, I was a gank.
I fought it a lot, with my fists, to open the shank.
But the door was locked down even tighter.
And when I started feeling the fear,
Holding the locked doorknob, I saw clear,
Trying to twist it calmly.
And suddenly I realized in my dream,
That the door was hung on a wooden beam.
No, there was no magic, there was no spell.
There was no lock, no heavy chain.
The wooden door was there – a silent mirror of someone’s pain,
To be obedient by the human heart, by the human brain .