It's an odd kind of thing
The one that fits anywhere
Yet nowhere calls it home
The one which now is common
If it's there, it's with you
If it is not, it is still
It's inside both of us
And always give us light
Some have abandoned it
And cut it from their hearts
Scars remains where once was light
I have mine
I carry it with me
It shines upon everything that is good
And helps me see evil clearly
With me it moves for a short time
All the time
Upon this earth it is upon me
Seeking, forgiven, loving that's its acts
It only exist as a whole
But, someday sadness will coat its edges
But remaining
It will not be cut from me
And I will never shed its skin
It is within me and moves and changes
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