Some days my mind frequents a dark and scary land,
where the colors are not so bright;
and for air I have to fight,
and I try with all my might,
but the doors are closed so tight.
In this dank, murky cave,
where darkness devours light;
nothing looks right,
help seems far from sight.
It is then
I raise my voice and choose to sing;
once heavy arms now take wing.
In the atmosphere a familiar ring;
I have met the Sovereign King.
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