Be lifted
Longing for the higher state,
not recognizing that while in err,
My mind keeps me in hate.
Wisdom either longs for me,
shouting with a tender voice.
Still crying,
of all what I must lose
to be.
Longing for the higher state,
not recognizing that while in err,
My mind keeps me in hate.
Wisdom either longs for me,
shouting with a tender voice.
Still crying,
of all what I must lose
to be.