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How to move on up..

I don't know how to move on up and in,
to see a change from sadness causing doubt.
My eyes look up to god, and they begin,
to take onboard, the plan that's out, about...

When weariness is clothing all my fears,
they open up and fall from these two hands.
A drought is on inside, I have no tears.
I want there to be sunlight where I stand.

And yet, I look ahead, and seize, to live.
And, frost comes from outside to freeze my cup.
I hold on to a hope that wants to give,
to find that it's the sort that's giving up.

I hold out these two hands, and pray to god,
the father of this race, and all below.
I soon see that the winner here is odd,
and things that I thought good, now cease to glow.

What brings a change from thankfulness in me?
From where has all this sorrow now begun?
Help me to remember what things I see,
So, thoughts don't only ever turn to fun.

And, so, without a motion of a hand,
without the sound of nice, but empty words,
I go on out in breaking light to stand,
and share the fate of humble little birds.

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