Say Grace.
Pick up the mirror, and look at your face.
Yours has remained.
Mine has changed.
The face they erased,
has been rearranged.
The fountain of youth.
You always kept yours.
For my stream,
I walked for years, on the burning earth's floors.
Sometimes, I wonder, if we had met before...
Would you have let me in, through your door.
Just as it is in dreams.
The hands of time, turned in my blood streams.
The day they call me by my name.
The day the headlines scream true fame.
The day, we earn our place in the sun.
The day, we stand together, "The One and The One".
I live in wait, as always.
THE DESTINY IS NOT MY TOY.
But, crave I will, both you and acclaim.
FOR I AM BACK AS THE BOY.
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