
I wish to be the morning light,
That breaks the grip of fading night,
A gentle touch upon the day,
To guide the lost along their way.
I wish to be the quiet tree,
That offers shade so selflessly,
With roots so deep, I’d stand so still,
And bend with grace to every will.
I wish to be a song unsung,
A melody on every tongue,
That lifts the soul with every rhyme,
And echoes gently through all time.
I wish to be the rain that falls,
On thirsty earth and empty walls,
To wash the wounds, to kiss the pain,
And promise hope will come again.
I wish to be the open door,
That welcomes those who hurt no more,
A place of rest, a steady flame,
That asks for nothing, gives no name.
I wish to be a silent prayer,
That lives in hearts both here and there,
Not seeking much, just peace and grace—
To find my home in every place.

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