Some days I am free, without the thought that haunts my soul. Other days and nights I just listen. Quietly, listen to the haunting words . . . .
"I hope that I, before growing past my knowing years
Can cure this blindness of my soul
Can close mine eyes and begin to see
The dawning of the man
The man my conscious, my soul and
my God would have me be"
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