Even When, I Am Alone

I would be a prince among paupers
And a rose among the thorns
My heart is hallowed, and always open
Though I walk with earthly feet
It is there, that I feel my inner wealth
No trinkets or shiny beads
Could compare to its beauty
See as I age, it deepens
Its substance bred anew
And that echoes, through me like hymns of golden pleasure
And like the rainbow, I am blessed in golden showers
See I could walk with bare feet, across the void of peat
But to my lips, my breath is sweet
Life resinates, and like the breath it resinates through me
Never yielding or does it hinder me
My heart hums, like heavenly harps
Even when my eyelids part, they are the tears within my heart
No weeping tears have I shown!
That could ever mar the place, which I call home
For even when I am alone, within my heart, I am at home

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