Favourable Be Thy Winds Of Change

I was never bothered with distraction
Nor was I concerned about my reflection
Thine own heart has pulsed with rhythm
And there are times, when I feel smitten.

Noticeably my life has changed
There are times, when I feel strange.
Lovable, as I am within my pleasure
There are feelings that I have treasured.

Favourable be thy winds of change
Gathered upon the open plains
Acceptable, ha you jested
Life has never been an open chest!

Unstable as my life begins
To utter words from deep within
Disappointment misleads, my claim to pleasure
Sustenance, be thy hand I treasure

Movable be thy winds of fate
That gathers before my heavenly plate
Favourable, perhaps to some
Before the barrel of a loaded gun

For thou hath walked with lovable wings
Among the garden of finer things
Through the passage, of my heart and hands
Fallen footprints among the sands

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