Listen to throbs, deep in heart,
To trace your route;
Stretch backbone, stand upright, resolute,
With reason and intuitive light.
The world you build is your world
Where none but you have right to reign,
Where none but you live in confidence
Of peace, grace, grandeur and joy;
It is where you command things.
Have not thoughts, hired in fear
Of power and fury running wild;
For, fear consumes your inner world
And leaves your temples in sad shambles;
Build a fort of invincible spirit
Of interminate vigil and undaunted will
Around your self to stop mean world afar,
Lest, it intrudes your holy world
And spreads like infection
To shatter peace and weaken your reigns.
Intruders scale walls, dig long tunnels
And reach your own world,
Where they fetter your hands and bind your legs,
Where they put out your light and darken your worlds;
Keep open eyes and stop intruders outside
And keep your world pristine clean,
Where you keep awake or sleep at will,
Where you sing and dance as heart dictates
And laugh and weep as feels the soul.
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