I am here to please you.
The best I can somehow
I shall give you joy.
Even if it would meant pain
I’ll bear it. I shall pay tribute,
I shall have my share of sacrifice.
I shall be the rain
that descends from heaven
that comes into contact
with the lowly earth.
I shall be the fruit of the desired tree
that let go of its grip
for wanting to give.
I will be the least of the last,
the unknown in the crowd,
the hit bag of the strong,
the soles of everyone.
I shall be the silence
when chaos strides;
Falling is what made me whole.
Bowing down made me complete.
I shall be your ladder;
I will be your wind.
I will be, I will be;
I want to be a kiss
in the nick of time.
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